Wish fulfilled

The moon is at her full, and, riding high,

Floods the calm fields with light.

The airs that hover in the summer sky

Are all asleep to-night.

William Cullen Bryant

Frigatebird...

Frigatebird & the Moon, originally uploaded by M'sheArt2

In a Garden 

When the gardener has gone this garden

Looks wistful and seems waiting an event.

It is so spruce, a metaphor of Eden

And even more so since the gardener went,

Quietly godlike, but of course, he had

Not made me promise anything and I

Had no one tempting me to make the bad

Choice. Yet I still felt lost and wonder why.

Even the beech tree from next door which shares

Its shadow with me, seemed a kind of threat.

Everything was too neat, and someone cares

In the wrong way. I need not have stood long

Mocked by the smell of a mown lawn, and yet

I did. Sickness for Eden was so strong.

by Elizabeth Jennings