And spring will come again,
though all the world seem dark.
The Spirit wind is blowing
where hatred leaves its mark.
Of this hope I am certain,
until the King returns,
that where the night is darkest
the flame of love still burns.
The Nikau berries are out below the deck, and the wood pigeons are back feasting. This one was watching the dog through the window so I couldn’t go out on the deck without scaring it away. Of necessity, therefore, I had to take photos through my rather dirty windows. They are such beautiful big birds.
It’s been raining all day. Water streams down the drive and the dog curls up in a chair with his back turned to the weather. Just for a moment in the late afternoon a watery sun lights up the leaves and reflects off raindrops.
in a moment of beauty
before the dark