The nightly sky was licorice the trees were chocolate foam, the moon was sighing happily and seemed to feel at home. The dogs were dancing gangily, their shadows lit the lawan: silhouettes we’d never heard that nighttime seemed to spawn. The flowers gambled gracefully and cheered like winter mice, while groundhogs bounded through the air […]
Read more "Nighttime Dance"Swirled–a whirl of other worlds colliding with our own; a dark grey-bound white thick as fright and hovers–just beyond the reach of normal steadiness. Nature’s drunk the cup and reels about in undetermined bliss or gloom and masks the grass with fog. – – – Photo by Anton Atanasov: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Mist"It crosses the streets like a breath, a wish of dying winter. A whisk of lateral rain splattered in drops of darkened magic. And as the misty night smoak wraps the city like a cloak a single figure whistling stalks across the open intersection, collar turned up tight; as night cats watch from up above […]
Read more "Night Scene"Picture: Orchard of Stars by Hannah Patterson http://www.silverwebforge.com/image.php?artid=73 – It’s rare when skies are purple and shining and bestarred. While daylight lingers slightly on— the moon shines full unbarred. – It’s rare that daylight mingles with early shades of grey, and mixes up the dark and light. It’s called a Midnight’s Day. – It’s rare […]
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