Darkness at Noon ...

I'm re-reading Darkness At Noon in the sunlit garden - 

I first met Rubashov under the shade of apple trees - 

I was twenty six years old - 

I cast a bright shadow upon the grass - 

Above my head were the heavy fruits of summer - 

Joyous nights would follow drowsy afternoons - 

The moon would shine upon a golden world - 

Here there were as yet no second thoughts - 

No stranger walked up a secret path - 

Day followed night without a pause - 

15.30

Saturday 25 March 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset