After days of clear sky and falling stars they shine now, a dim light through cloud patches. As we walk the night time bounds of the village the sweep of warning from the lighthouse is a murmur of light. Each step becomes lost in thought as we interrogate the silence in search of small truths and the night songs of mice, moth and bat.
beautiful ...
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It sounds as though your walks just now are very full of quiet introspection. Your keen little ears are hearing the night time sounds of spring and your little noses must be full of springtime scents.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're back. I missed you -- Lisa
ReplyDeleteThe night reveals all the truths that are obscured in the daylight. A lovely elegiac piece.
ReplyDeleteLovely images came to mind as I read this...
ReplyDeleteAs much as I thoroughly enjoy the "everyday" posts, these lyrical snippets of the last few weeks have been lovely. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteInteresting reading! This poetry brings special thoughts!
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