Moonless night, these
drowsing wind-stirred trees,
deep twilight, streaks
of rose gold, violet and
russet splashed
over the darkening hill.
Paint this hallowed night with
a broad and starry brush,
and remember this: the dark is
never truly moonless —
We simply cannot see.
Cate
drowsing wind-stirred trees,
deep twilight, streaks
of rose gold, violet and
russet splashed
over the darkening hill.
Paint this hallowed night with
a broad and starry brush,
and remember this: the dark is
never truly moonless —
We simply cannot see.
Cate
1 comment:
Your word brush is dipped with wonderful color
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