
Sometimes the sun decides to set behind a wall of clouds

The sun-light falling on her sheet,
It glitters like the drift,
Sparkling, in scorn of summer's heat,
High up some mountain rift.
The winds are fresh-she's driving fast.
Upon the bending tide,
The crinkling sail, and crinkling mast,
Go with her side by side.











Available in:
8" x 10" - $ 28.00 Buy with PayPal
11" x 14" - $ 35.00 Buy with PayPal
Larger sizes can be made on request






