Night Sun
The garden has become quiet and gone to sleep. The season in the sun is running out of time: yet, this little night sun tells me something else.
Just not ready for the end of summer.
Go to Sleep, Darlings... “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to Sleep, Darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment