A good night poem from this very strange and special day.
Night has woken
A sea of shadow waves has spread
Night has woken
Owl and nightingale have spoken
Bird tongue calling the quick, the dead
And those agateโfor those abed
Night has woken.
I’m not sure what is strange and special today, but I like the poem. ๐
I’ll tell you tomorrow. It’s a secret until I know for sure ๐
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But no, I’m not pregnant ๐
Hahahaha
Many more strange and special days. Sleep well Jane ๐๐
Thanks Willow ๐ I had a string of nightmares last night. Must be anxiety.
Oh! I do hope you are feeling better today ๐
I feel wonderful! I wish I could send you a video with sound of this morning. Photos don’t do it justiceโthe meadows full of pink and yellow and blue and the birds going berserk.
We’ll that sounds fantastic, the birds are singing here interspersed by the odd lawnmower… No scythes in sight ๐๐
It’s like living in a time warp ๐
Back to the 50s we feel like that when we visit France the roads are so very quiet! ๐
Sounds like it was a good day. ๐
It was! Even the weather was glorious!
The idea of the waking of night has my mind filled with images…(K)
The sun sleeps, day ‘goes to rest’ so I suppose night is allowed to wake. She has to, or who would take over the controls?