Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms...
So doth the woodbine - the sweet honeysuckle
Gently entwist.
Awake early, I look out of the window to see, pale against the pale morning sky, a gibbous moon. What a good word, gibbous!
Across the area of sky framed by the terraced houses and roof tops of Grove Avenue, and the trees which mount the slopes of the Common, big, fluffy clouds pass in rapid procession on this windy day.
2 comments:
beautiful picture! What a lovely play of shadow and light..
Tnankyou, Rashmi. It's always good to hear from you.
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