The stars are cold and beautiful,
The moon is hidden gold;
September waits to hear a tale
We’ve not yet told.
The clouds are luminescent blue,
The north wind brings its bite —
But evening’s still to hear the words
You’ve yet
To write
The stars are cold and beautiful,
The moon is hidden gold;
September waits to hear a tale
We’ve not yet told.
The clouds are luminescent blue,
The north wind brings its bite —
But evening’s still to hear the words
You’ve yet
To write
Great imagery all round!
Thank you. I really liked this picture.