Sometimes,
our little hamlet in the hills
seems quite susceptible to
the moods of Mother Nature,
seems quite susceptible to
the moods of Mother Nature,
as terracotta topped houses
huddle together, while
a ghostly fog floats by.
huddle together, while
a ghostly fog floats by.
On an unusually
gloomy day,
gloomy day,
strokes of sunshine
beam on the greenery
bordering the church -
the leafy street lights
of pastoral scenes.
the leafy street lights
of pastoral scenes.
Minutes before their shift,
black capped bulbs on
black capped bulbs on
lanky lampposts stand by,
as the late, afternoon light
lingers, quietly leaving
just before dusk.
just before dusk.
Inside,
the soft glow
of candlelight
sweetly greets
the night,
and the day fades
into darkness.
the soft glow
of candlelight
sweetly greets
the night,
and the day fades
into darkness.
Thanks for visiting and
have a lovely weekend.
have a lovely weekend.
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