Friday, January 22, 2010

Just.

On this night puddles are ink dark, reflecting stars, the sea is a moonsilvered mirror reflecting the glorious cloth of heaven.
On this night the sound from the moonsilvered mirror is hushed. No wave fall, and on land no dog bark or leaf stir. Woodsmoke dances skyward in moonlight, velvet soft. No fox call, lapwing cry, no call of battling shrew. Just silence in silver light.

6 comments:

  1. Absolutely beautiful! - so glad I found your blog. :-)

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  2. Your writing moves me to tears!

    Descriptions just don't get any better than: the moonsilvered mirror.

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  3. I would like to burrow into that quiet landscape you have painted with words and just rest for a bit.

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