awny

Updated: May 15, 2025

The beautiful glow in the west died out, where the sun had been ripening his harvest-field of sheafy gold and awny cloud; and the pulse of quivering dusk beat slowly, so that a man might seem to count it, or rather a child, who sees such things, which later men lose sight of.

R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore - Springhaven : a Tale of the Great War