On the hill the sun
and thrusting bulbs
bird flocks in golden twitter
and droplet sparkle
of emerald-mossed trunks
but stones and streets clutch
their darkness beneath the mist
like lovers before the end.
Town on winter afternoon
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On the hill the sun
and thrusting bulbs
bird flocks in golden twitter
and droplet sparkle
of emerald-mossed trunks
but stones and streets clutch
their darkness beneath the mist
like lovers before the end.
of a son
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I like the image of the buildings grabbing hold if tge darkness. I think they do, as their shadows are so dense. (K)
There’s a special feeling in old places where the streets are crowded and narrow. It’s as though the stones are hiding something, or protecting it. Not always a good feeling.
It can be quite creepy when you’re alone on a street late at night.
It’s a feeling I never get out here. It’s us people who are the problem.
I love this…
Thank you x
It’s a pleasure
The town looks like very mystic. Nice environment. Michael
It did look mysterious in the mist.
Fantastic imagery here. That last stanza especially
Thank you. It was a lovely afternoon, but there seemed such a contrast between where we were, on the hillside, and the town clustered round the river.
Yes, when we were going into Philadelphia regularly there was often such a difference with the buildings blocking the sun.
If you think about it too hard it can be creepy.
Like most everything. 😀
So enjoyed reading this Jane, especially that last line, wonderful.
Thank you. There was such a contrast between the sunny hillside and the mist hanging over the town that seemed to be keeping all light out of the streets.