All cries are thin and terse;
The field has droned the summer’s final mass;
A cricket like a dwindled hearse
Crawls from the dry grass.
—Richard Wilbur, “Exeunt”
All cries are thin and terse;
The field has droned the summer’s final mass;
A cricket like a dwindled hearse
Crawls from the dry grass.
—Richard Wilbur, “Exeunt”
Thanks, Richard. Hadn’t noticed the shapes, but the dark spaces were interesting to me.
Superb, and both containing what looks like coffin shapes seen from odd angles.
Really glad you liked them, Harrie, and thanks for the feedback.
First shot goes well with ‘Disappearing Acts’; 2nd shot is wonderful.