five Laylock o’clock
Mar 09, 2016
five
Laylock
o’clock
knit.love.
warm & elegant
knitting in the sun
working
with
your
hands
time to relax
& knit
with a sunny (s)pot of tea...
chicks or chocolate?
In Shadow
Out in the late amber afternoon,confused among chrysanthmums,her parasol, a pale balloon,like a waiting moon, in shadow swims.
Her furtive lace and misty hairover the garden dial distillthe sunlight, – then withdrawing, wearagain the shadows at her will.
Gently yet suddenly, the sheenof stars inwraps her parasol.She hears my step behind the greentwilight, stiller than shadows, fall.
"Come, it is too late, – too lateto risk alone the light's decline:Nor has the evening long to wait, " -but her own words are night's and mine.
—Hart Crane
The parasol is the umbrella’s daughter,And associates with a fanWhile her father abuts the tempestAnd abridges the rain.
The former assists a sirenIn her serene display;But her father is borne and honored,And borrowed to this day.
- Emily Dickinson