Looking out across the many shades of dark on dark
The rolling ashen gray fog opens a window to the dawn
and I feel a loneliness, arising like the winter sun
… in the morning
The trees have bared their golden surrender
Breaking silence through the windswept boughs
below, gathered dewdrops blossom on the last winter rose
… a chilling epilogue
Beyond the waning hydrangea sundried sepia tones
Latent conflicts of the head and heart stir the hush of memories
imposing heart whispers, arising like sunlight shadows cast
… in the morning
There’s no one listening to the wind roar the incoming wintertide
An ascending sadness paints many hues that contrast dark and light
as the Pink Moon, steals away over lonely mountain headed south
… in the morning
every picture tells a story ― ☾ wild is the wind ☽
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC
Looking out across the many shades of dark on dark
The rolling ashen gray fog opens a window to the dawn
and I feel a loneliness, arising like the winter sun
… in the morning
The trees have bared their golden surrender
Breaking silence through the windswept boughs
below, gathered dewdrops blossom on the last winter rose
… a chilling epilogue
Beyond the waning hydrangea sundried sepia tones
Latent conflicts of the head and heart stir the hush of memories
imposing heart whispers, arising like sunlight shadows cast
… in the morning
There’s no one listening to the wind roar the incoming wintertide
An ascending sadness paints many hues that contrast dark and light
as the Pink Moon, steals away over lonely mountain headed south
… in the morning
every picture tells a story ― ☾ wild is the wind ☽
November 2016
"I saw it written and I saw it say
the Pink Moon is on its way
and none of you stand so tall
the Pink Moon gonna get you all"
Pink Moon ― Nick Drake https://youtu.be/qgVEvjsJn6g
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