Friday, August 1, 2008

White wings, blue sky

Along the narrow green lane that leads to Llanferran, between high banks of bramble bushes that catch and claw, moths in the twilight, fill the air with their moon white wings, and brush against ginger fur,like a sigh, as they glance past and dance against the darkening sky.


Shammickite said...

The note you got, supposedly from blogger, was probably spam of some kind, let's hope so anyway.

Estorbo said...

Moth dance, nice.