Friday, January 31, 2014

The small hours

No more my little song comes back;
And now of nights I lay
My head on down, to watch the black
And wait the unfailing grey.

Oh, sad are Winter nights, and slow;
And sad's as song that's dumb;
And sad it is to lie and know
Another dawn will come.

Poem by Dorothy Parker.
Photos from my garden, Oct 2013.


  1. Wonderful poetry, and your garden is lovely!

  2. Thank you. Dorothy Parker is my favourite poet. And in the right light even dead foliage can look nice ^_^

  3. the sepia effect of the photos is so approrpiate

  4. the color and light in the top shot is just wonderful.

  5. Thank you. But I owe it all to the smoke from bush fires. :S

  6. Debs, what beautiful words and poetry to match your poignant photos. They complement each other.


  7. Thanks Genie. Hopefully Dorothy would have been pleased ^_^


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