Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Summer night in Pembrokeshire
Tonight the sky is half stars, half pale yellow swelling moon. Fingers of cloud catch at its cold flame. It is summer. A cold wind blows. The moon hangs over the sea, tangles in the branches of a wind-bent tree.
I can see it! Especially the moon in the tangled branches.
ReplyDeleteI wan' some tangled branches. I yam seec ob cheemneys.
ReplyDeleteLovely words :) You weave them so well ...
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