Monday, May 19, 2014

Intransigent Lines

Moon is an adorable creamy smudge; a gentle rain, faded stars dissolve and reform behind the shifting, soughing clouds. A single dancing candle in a re-purposed jam jar, a delightful languor. Suddenly all the tiredness and triteness of the weekdays seemed remote. Quietness regained.

Image: From Sylvia's collected poems -old precious copy, slowly dog-earoding.

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