Cool Darkness
Aug. 14th, 2005 05:46 amSoft clops of small hooves told me that deer were present after midnight. The moon had been concealed by the pines, so couldn't see them. The night grew cool, and the crickets ceased to chirp long before dawn. There was a hint of damp in the air, as well, and the trees grew slightly vague, as though a thin fog were drifting around them, though the stars remained above. For the first time in weeks, the northern breeze was scented with the pungency of wood itself, rather than with the resin which has permeated the time of heat. Darkness lingers late. Six o'clock will yet be dim and gray. I am pleased by the season's decline.
( Sunday Verse )
( Sunday Verse )