Sunday, January 17, 2010


Then the cat claw moon shone bright in the late evening blue sky. Then the evening star stood alone of all stars, clear and wishing. Then the starlight of night was smurred, patterns obscurred. Then the roar of the distant sea was loud. Then the night, so mild after such bitter, bighting cold and the stream so fast with water music after the iron hard silence of ice. Even in such darkness it seemed that the water laughed to be free again.
Then a moorhen called as the fox was hunting by the water's edge.


Kelly said... paint such a wonderful picture... I can seehear feel it.

Moira said...

I like it! Interesting word smurred, what does it mean?

Anonymous said...

All I can say is WOW can you write.Your words are like jewels.

The Ginger Darlings said...

Smurred; a purring word for smudged, but higher up.