Mrs, Micawber, what a beautiful poem! And it pictures exactly what we see here (In India) every night - Orion and now - the full Moon. How was your Thanksgiving?
No matter what you write, your words make me feel like I am there! Transported to a windy hilltop - there goes the hairdo! (I like the return to green - easier on my eyes.)
Ah, picture perfect! You have such a way with words and you aren't even a goat. That's a compliment, by the way. :) I'm not going to ask, though, what you were doing on a windy hill on Thanksgiving night. :)
Why thank you, Marigold. Perhaps you could make me an honorary goat?
The windy hilltop belonged to a friend with whom we had Thanksgiving dinner. When we left the house to go home, a mighty wind had arisen and the sky was as described above. :)
Aaaaah, I was hoping for a photo when I first spied this in my reader but did not have signal enough to load the page. Now that I've read the entire post, it doesn't need a photo. Your words paint the most beautiful moonlit landscape! I could almost draw it!
Mrs, Micawber, what a beautiful poem! And it pictures exactly what we see here (In India) every night - Orion and now - the full Moon.
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It was very nice, thank you. :)
DeleteWhat a lovely poem, Sue!
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely weekend.
Thanks Sandra! :)
DeleteBeautiful Sue xox
ReplyDeleteThank you, Penelope. :)
DeleteAn exquisite poem Mrs M, well done.
ReplyDeleteYou're very kind. Hope your weather is tolerably dry! :)
DeleteNo matter what you write, your words make me feel like I am there! Transported to a windy hilltop - there goes the hairdo! (I like the return to green - easier on my eyes.)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sue. I do love pink - and was using it to celebrate the end of a friend's cancer treatments - but the green is decidedly restful. :)
DeleteOops, I forgot about the reason for celebratory pink - sorry! I LOVE pink, wear it often.
DeleteWhy thank you, Auntie. :)
ReplyDeleteAh, picture perfect! You have such a way with words and you aren't even a goat. That's a compliment, by the way. :) I'm not going to ask, though, what you were doing on a windy hill on Thanksgiving night. :)
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, Marigold. Perhaps you could make me an honorary goat?
DeleteThe windy hilltop belonged to a friend with whom we had Thanksgiving dinner. When we left the house to go home, a mighty wind had arisen and the sky was as described above. :)
Thank you very much, Lolly - and I know I can take any compliment seriously when it comes from you. :)
ReplyDeleteAaaaah, I was hoping for a photo when I first spied this in my reader but did not have signal enough to load the page. Now that I've read the entire post, it doesn't need a photo. Your words paint the most beautiful moonlit landscape! I could almost draw it!
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