This is so gentle and soothing for a cold January night.
Thank you, Sacred Touches ❤
The night is darkening around me,
The wild winds coldly blow…
~Excerpt from a poem
by Emily Brontë
The world is resting without sound or motion,
And behind the oak tree the sun goes down
Painting with fire the spires and the windows
In my tree-shaded neighborhood.
Beyond calm streets pastures lie
Silvered with haze as fruits still fresh with bloom,
And the birds weave in flight across the zenith
On a sudden aerial loom.
Into the garden peace comes back with twilight,
Peace that since noon had left the remains of purple phlox,
Heavy-headed asters, the late roses
And the swaying spent hollyhocks.
For at high-noon I heard from this same garden
The far-off murmur as when gales are coming;
Up from the south and down from the north beating
Their stormy music like a drum;
And then hysterical sirens shattered
The brittle winter air,
To say that fierce…
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