The evening in question was some weeks ago, when summer still reigned and the evenings were balmy. Through the twisted coils of a barbed wire fence, we looked on towards the local cricket ground, the grass barely stirring in the light, confidential breeze.
Within sight of hard-earned victories of edged fours and triumphant sixes, where better, when the light is fading, than a lonely cemetery? It is not often, in crepuscular twilight, that the eye is drawn to the ground, and rewarded by life in silent, still form.
The stillness was broken by the call of birds returning to roost in routine rounds: blackbirds and starlings and, yes, jackdaws, crossing the sky in large, raucous numbers. Black, canvas flags, loose and adrift.
The day passed the baton to night in faltering glory. The air sweet and temperate, prophets were not yet speaking of russets and absence, as the light died blissfully and unresisting. Our sleep was restful; our dreams fired.
These are beautiful
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Thank you.
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Sweet writing, Andy. This is exactly what I meant. Those precious moments that can so easily pass us by.
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Thank you, VQ 🙂
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Great images and text! Once again I would join you on your jaunt!
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Thank you-if you were local you would be welcome!
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Gorgeous pictures and gorgeous words.:)
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And a gorgeous comment! 🙂
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I hope you never doubt that you are a writer. 🙂
Thanks for taking us on your walk. I have little to look at but unvarying concrete. I’m grateful for the trees though.
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Thanks, Linda.
I love trees-I am maybe just a few degrees from Pagan!
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Lovely poetic prose.
https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2013/07/31/w-h-auden-walks-out/
There is a YouTube of Auden reading the poem himself.
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Thanks for the connection. I love that poem too.
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Nicely written!
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Thank you.
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Gorgeous photos!! 🙂 I felt at peace just looking at them. 🙂
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Thank you, they were taken when Summer was still at its height. Now Summer is a ghost, sometimes I feel its breath on the back of my neck.
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I completely understand that feeling.
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