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
4 thoughts on “pink morning 2 . March 6. 6.39 am”
Simply peaceful and beautiful!
Thank you so much for those comments 🙂
Beautiful prose Gill.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
Thank you kind sir. Hugs and wishes Gill 🙂