It was supposed to be the scariest evening of the year: Halloween.
It was anything but.
Treats everywhere.
The air was cool and moist when I stepped out for my favorite walk by the favorite river. The sky was gloriously colorful.
I came home refreshed, recharged, and renewed.
I wanted to read a poem that would fit the mood. The cosmos answered in the form of a Google answer. The title of this post is borrowed from that poem:
To the Reader: Twilight
By Chase Twichell
Whenever I look
out at the snowy
mountains at this hour
and speak directly
into the ear of the sky,
it’s you I’m thinking of.
You’re like the spirits
the children invent
to inhabit the stuffed horse
and the doll.
I don’t know who hears me.
I don’t know who speaks
when the horse speaks.
2 comments:
In a romantic mood, are we ?
When I am ever not in such a mood? ;)
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