Going

There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen before,
That lights no lamps.

Silken it seems at a distance, yet
When it is drawn up over the knees and breast
It brings no comfort.

Where has the tree gone, that locked
Earth to the sky? What is under my hands,
That I cannot feel?

What loads my hands down?

-Philip Larkin

Shoutouts

Awesome shot, and glad you captured some of that storm! The pictures we saw of it up here were otherworldly.

— Amanda · 857 days ago · #

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