Wellington, NZ
The Acolyte
My quiet morning hill
Stands like an altar drawn
Whereon hushed hands shall lay
The shining pyx of dawn
With penitence and stir,
And drowsy flurry by,
The wind, a shamefaced serving boy,
Comes running up the sky.
Eileen Duggan
My quiet morning hill
Stands like an altar drawn
Whereon hushed hands shall lay
The shining pyx of dawn
With penitence and stir,
And drowsy flurry by,
The wind, a shamefaced serving boy,
Comes running up the sky.
Eileen Duggan
posted by trishatinker at 6:36 PM
1 Comments:
Oh so cool and no snow!! It even looks warm and the flowers are out. We are hoping to come down next winter! Although we have had some phenomenal skiing. Keep post ing your photos - you are linked into my blog so I know when you put in a new post. Cheers Wilma
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