Friday, November 16, 2007

This night


The stars are smurred tonight. It is cold and the moon has set already. The sea whispers in the distance. The lighthouse sweeps the sky and moisture hangs high in the sky blurring the light from the lamps of the stars.
Each night when we walk now there are badgers or foxes prowling the paths of the village.
The house is warm and safe. Outside is cold and wild and crystal. One star fell from the sky and hung in the tree. Make a wish......

3 comments:

Miz said...

Oh, I love your star! Wish I had one...or two...or three.

Leslie said...

Pure magic.

MISS PEACH >(^.^) said...

I am just enchanted beyond any words when ever I come to this land of yours so wild and peaceful....
Miss Peach who loves your magical tales....