Friday, September 18, 2009
The night and the new moon and bells
Between here and St Davids owls haunt the fields and hedges. Cloud has stolen the stars. The new moon waits to light its cat's whisker light in the black. We have never heard the bells so loud from here in the dew filled night, so still and windless.
And She has been looking at beautiful things whilst listening to the symphony of night time.