Length of Moon
By Arna Bontemps
Then the golden hour
Will tick its last
And the flame will go down in the flower.
A briefer length of moon
Will mark the sea-line and the yellow dune.
Then we may think of this, yet
There will be something forgotten
And something we should forget.
It will be like all things we know:
A stone will fail; a rose is sure to go.
It will be quiet then and we may stay
Long at the picket gate,—
But there will be less to say.
--------
It was over 80 degrees on Thursday at noon and had dropped 30 degrees by the time I'm typing this, though the thunderstorm we were warned to expect wound up being just a bit of rain. We took a walk early to avoid that in case it did arrive, which was fine because I wanted to eat dinner early so I could watch some Our Flag Means Death with Kristen.
Thursday is also my usual fangirl Zoom chat night, though one person couldn't come and another had technical difficulty logging on. Afterward, Paul and I watched a couple of episodes of Domino Masters, which is basically Lego Masters with dominos (which admittedly are more dynamic to watch fall). Flowers at Glenview Mansion in Rockville Civic Center:
No comments:
Post a Comment