The Moon
When the moon rests down by the bells It fills the sails of slowly drifting Leaves, making a tapestry above. Each evening it weaves its errands, Creating half-moon sighs, lightly weeping.
- Ted Hughes
The Moon
When the moon rests down by the bells It fills the sails of slowly drifting Leaves, making a tapestry above. Each evening it weaves its errands, Creating half-moon sighs, lightly weeping.