Sunday, 2 November 2008

Up the road, afternoon

Chaucer's aging winter sun, turning from gold to 'laitoun', weakened and alloyed, I am uncertain about. Rather its light seems to me more pure, like homeopathic tincture, strengthened by dilution.

1 comment:

Bee said...

I like the idea of "Chaucer's aging winter sun . . ." as if the sun's light had to travel far to get here -- and finally arrived, like a weary pilgrim.

You are fortunate to get a ray of it today. We had nothing but a wet mass of cloud on this side of the Channel.