Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Friday, May 9, 2008
Small words of night
Tonight it is as if a thin veil of silk is stretched across the sky and stitched with ink dark clouds and stars. Behind the veil a bright white light of crescent moon burns. The garden tastes of honeysuckle flowers warmed by early summer sun.
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