
7 30 am. Looking up at the sky from the bedroom window; honeycomb stretched all over the sky. Felt like being wrapped up inside from here to there.[There must be a name for this sort of cloud]. The day turned out hot and it felt like summer again. Nice, after it being so cold for days on end. End of summer. September tomorrow.
Diary. Gill McGrath©. Last day of August
Tag: beautiful
a fairy tale at dawn late summer
I can feel your stare!
a pretty mess in soft colours
Where butterflies lie still
Petrified on gossamer strings, attached to
Brittle dry seed heads on stiff stalks
Where waits…..
A perfectly placed spider in his web
You will need to squeeze and poke about, if you want to see…..!
Gill McGrath©
Donec mollis colores in bellum
a description from the field edge- asper in ore gladii









