five

Laylock

o’clock

knit.love.

warm & elegant

knitting in the sun

working

with

your

hands

time to relax

& knit

with a sunny (s)pot of tea...

chicks or chocolate?

In Shadow

Out in the late amber afternoon,confused among chrysanthmums,her parasol, a pale balloon,like a waiting moon, in shadow swims.

Her furtive lace and misty hairover the garden dial distillthe sunlight, – then withdrawing, wearagain the shadows at her will.

Gently yet suddenly, the sheenof stars inwraps her parasol.She hears my step behind the greentwilight, stiller than shadows, fall.

"Come, it is too late, – too lateto risk alone the light's decline:Nor has the evening long to wait, " -but her own words are night's and mine.

—Hart Crane

The parasol is the umbrella’s daughter,And associates with a fanWhile her father abuts the tempestAnd abridges the rain.

The former assists a sirenIn her serene display;But her father is borne and honored,And borrowed to this day.

- Emily Dickinson