From January 29,2016
With shifting skies
there is a twinge of longing
In the crisp atmosphere
Of the still night’s air
In the blackened woods stand
Giant trees, countless on the land
their wooden bones and bony fingers
The memory of one missing, lingers
And though the mountain’s attention
The extroverted clouds have caught quick
trees stare at the distance in wonder
Can you hear the thrill in the soundof thunder?
The moon stirs the restless awake
To the nocturnal lack of din
open your window nightgazer
And let the stars come in.
When The Hobbit was first published almost 75 years ago, JRR Tolkien provided a set of wonderful illustrations. But buried among the author’s papers were 110 drawings, watercolours and sketches, some of which have never been published before.