Image from Zedge
A touch of cold in the Autumn night
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children. ~ T. E. Hulme
1 comment:
Beautiful! Thanks for that. I could do with the serenity.
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