8 Oct 2009

The Morning Howl


Woke up to hear the wind. Strong and gusty against my windows. I lay there for a while, just listening to his song. Decided to crochet for a while in the halflight, with the breeze gentle against my cheeks,

And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,

Seeing the window tremble to come in,
Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons...

(ted hughes - Wind)

10 comments:

  1. oooh, oooh, oooh oooh
    oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
    i can hear the wind howling

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  2. Hi again Windhover, I am tagging you to play the photo-tag game. Please see my last post for "how to".

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  3. so you refer to the wind as him? hmmm, i guess strong winds are hims but breezes cool are hers? or something along those lines......
    what a blissful thing to do, crochet as the wind howls outside............

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  4. The winds are men, because the clouds are their soft pale wives. :)

    Beautiful photo, my dear, it's truly something. The wind is so extreme!

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  5. Ted Hughes is brilliant brilliant.

    How I miss your blog.

    Are you really and truly engaged?

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  6. Dearest Lizzy,
    It is so nice to hear from you again, and in answer to you questions - Yes Ted Hughes is brilliant! and yes!

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  7. Congratulations and more congratulations. I have mail waiting to be sent to you. It's only zines in the envelope right now, but I have a long weekend, so I think I will write you a letter.

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  8. love your writing, as always x

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