Exmoor Evening

November 30, 2016exmoor, Life, nature, Poetryevening, exmoor, Life, nature, night, poem, sheep, sun, Sunset, travelThe Cheesesellers Wife

Exmoor Evening

Bone cold moon lifts over a sheep fold
Lights fleeces
Illuminates walkers breasting the darkening hill
Who pause to watch the suns display
As its fire sinks behind Dunkery Beacon

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Sabiscuit says:

November 30, 2016 at 1:03 pm

So beautiful, Kim. Both the poetry and the sunset. I adore the phrase “bone cold moon.” 🌙

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1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
  
  November 30, 2016 at 7:12 pm
  
  Thank you! Its always good to hear from people.
  
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