Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Night Light

Yep, it's got the chill out there in the outdoors. And there's the drip of sad leaves. A sort of dank that brings to mind toast and Marmite. And a host of ghostly apparitions on the struggling hills. And too, there are lights at night which really have no business being on.

 But I guess because it's the nature of many to believe they live in jungle the light grants redemption. Offers comfort. A kind of blindness you might think until you hear the cackle of Barred Owl and stub your toe on an ornamental rock.

2 comments:

ignatz said...

Oh dear, have you been stumbling around Stone Henge again?

tim candler said...

Tripping lightly I'd like to think.