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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Silence




"When everything that ticked has stopped,
And space stares, all around,
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,
Repeal the beating ground."



 Emily Dickinson, Time and Eternity, LXXV

6 comments:

A Joyful Chaos said...

Such an intriguing picture. I love moss, but I don't think I'd want to sit on this particular bench for fear of hurting the moss.

Blessings~

NotesFromAbroad said...

Beautiful .. and the lichen on the bench, painting it green .. I love that .

DJan said...

I recognized that poem at the first line. I have always loved Emily Dickinson. Thank you for the reminder. :-)

annie said...

Lovely pairing of picture and words!

The Furry Gnome said...

That's an old bench!

Claire said...

I'm so glad that we are keeping things that show their age with lichen, moss, and patina. I know styles come and go and "shiny and new" will come back around but allowing things to show their age and keep them is the best. I like to think that people have sat on that bench to rest, visit with friends or just daydream. Or maybe it's just been there to add interest to a garden. Whatever the reason, I'm glad it is still there.