‘Ere dark o’ the sun
Is total, the near-solstice sky flares;
There’s dark honey crystal in the cloudscapes,
Moorland heather petals smeared
On damson jam bubbles and lavender blossom.
Greedy anonymities of grey
Will just as soon steal it all away,
Tuck it jealously away in buried chests of flint.
But it will linger, comfortingly,
Behind my eyelids for a goodly while.
It isn’t all about being somebody,
Sometimes it’s just about
Simply noticing the dying light
… and holding it,
And keeping the faith.
It’s marvelous…
Thanks for liking my blog post. I wish you and your blog a healthy and successful 2017!
You’re welcome: didn’t have time for more than a cursory visit to your blog, but I liked what little I saw. Will try to get back to it to do it real justice when time allows.
You’re more than welcome – and best wishes to you.
This is really beautiful. I love the moors and the old stone..and the skies where the clouds come down to play.