Fanfare for the Makers – 366

To all the things we are not remembered by,

Which we remember and bless. To all the things

That will not notice when we die,

Yet lend the passing moment words and wings.

– Louis Macneice

366 complete. My heartfelt thanks to my “cloud of witnesses”.

Fanfare for the Makers.

Sunlight on the Garden

The sunlight on the garden

Hardens and grows cold,

We cannot cage the minute

Within its nets of gold;

When all is told

We cannot beg for pardon.

– Louis Macneice

The Sunlight on the Garden.