pink morning 2 . March 6. 6.39 am

through stinging things towa rds a tune written in the sky
The gap in the wall by a blackberry hedge
Has led me to this stinging field.
Above, beyond, a glittering patch of coloured angel dust
Suggests the drama has begun.
While power lines, tamed into a music phrase
Dance wide across the sky
Towards the breaking sun
GillMcG

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