Wood pigeons cooing their lullabyes. Robins flying quietly home back into the trees.
Sounds carry from a neighbour's nearby garden; glasses clinking and laughter.
Above the wall, old-fashioned, full, pink roses seem to glow in the dim, dusky, half-light of a long Summer twilight.
A wooden seat for dreaming and enjoying the night time vespers.
No comments:
Post a Comment