#anyway it was a lovely moment 🚂🌨️ 🌒 🐄

[thequietabsolute]

A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket ﹣ And you listening. A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch. A pail lifted, still and brimming﹣mirror To tempt a first star to a tremor. Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm wreaths of breath ﹣ A dark river of blood, many boulders, Balancing unspilled milk. 'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!' The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work That points at him amazed.

Full Moon and Little Frieda, by Ted Hughes