Sunday, November 16, 2008

A taste of the moon and a song of light

Someone is stealing pieces of the moon again, night after night, small bites. Outside it is so still the wind does not breathe. Around the lights of the house moths dance and beyond them aerymice sing hunting songs. Across the mottled sky the band of light from the lighthouse swings. The spring runs silver in the muted moonlight, singing a counterpoint to the bats.


ChrisJ said...

Still visiting and reading regularly. Bella looks very stately. Great photo -- and written pictures

Anonymous said...

"Dark" isn't. Your writing is amazing.

Anonymous said...

I agree, your Moonsongs and 'Queen of the Wild Wood' should be in a book - would make a wonderful book... I love it!