Returning from the County Fair,
We were chased home
By the recent risen moon
Large as a house and ocherous as a ripened gourd
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Another lovely one, Lillian. Was it meant to be a little 'hommage' to Eliot in the first stanza ('Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee') , or was it an unconscious echo?
If stones are meant to perish the liveliness one feels after a pleasant dream, it will surely ripple.......
What a wonderful title, Lillian, with an interesting question. Dreams are reflection of our daily life activities and it is apparent that the rippling phonomenon is a part of our life creating turbulance and causing hindrances in our streamline contemplations. The fluency and ecstasy or a dream is badly affected by ripples and can overwhelm the overall personality of a human being if one is prone to sensitivity.
I love the title of this one, Lillian. This wonderful piece appeals to all the senses. I can see, smell and feel those 'fragrant orbs', and only wish that I was 'plumped on piles / Of that fuzz plucked from the skins' - magnificent! S :)