Surprised by joy ...

Sitting in the garden, my Mont Blanc fountain pen in my hand like a wizard's wand, I thought of Wordsworth's sonnet, Surprised by joy - 

It was after sunset - there was a half moon in the flawless sky - the fir trees bordering the churchyard were like strange sculptures -

We had been gifted with a September fit for a Ray Bradbury short story - perhaps a young witch might be in the church tower, dancing from one soul to another -

I recited the opening lines of the sonnet under the lichened apple tree -

Anne said of my parents this has been their golden summer - 

Now the time of rain and snow was coming - 

In my heart, joy and sorrow were intermingled - 

18.30

September 24 2014

Under the apple tree 

The Old School House

East Stoke