Friday, December 11, 2009

Night rain of stars.

Dark night, late moon rise. In the garden we watch as stars rain down in a shower. Some fall quickly, some trail across the darkness, burning bright. The air tastes of winter, cold against whiskers. Ears pricked, we hear the unquiet dreams of sleeping mice. If we could we would sing them lullabies.

3 comments:

Urban Wild said...

Ahhhh--so you Gingers saw the Geminids! Must have been a truly magical sight from your lovely setting in the countryside!

Lydia said...

I so love the way you write about the things your Ginger ones think about.

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