Tuesday, September 02, 2014

What the Day Holds Out

What the day holds out in offering on a morning walk, birch trees and golden beech leaves, flickering slate-blue sky behind the blowing trees.

The wind blows to and fro in fields and hedgerows, and tumbling foliage rains like confetti in the park.

She looks up, and rain clouds are already moving in. There will be a fine pearly first quarter moon rising this evening, and she thinks it will rise unseen, its shy upward journey hidden by deep dark clouds.

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