Seeing you
color in the day
under
and over the lines
through the hedge
glancing your reflection
through the soft blue carpet. Gill McGrath©
Gill McGrath© April 22. today 6.15am ~~ ‘It’s color not colour.OK!’©
Early Bird
Seeing you
color in the day
under
and over the lines
through the hedge
glancing your reflection
through the soft blue carpet. Gill McGrath©
Gill McGrath© April 22. today 6.15am ~~ ‘It’s color not colour.OK!’©
Early Bird
“Passenger”
Walking round Chicago,
I have smuggled you as cargo,
though you are far away unknowing.
By the time we get to Salt Lake
I have packed you in my suitcase,
ironed the creases from my own remembering
She said Bird, why?
We wound our way to Texas
where I summoned remote hexes
and I sent them across dust and oceans.
In Phoenix, Arizona I had the notion
I might phone you,
but there it lived and died, a notion.
She said Bird, why? I said Bird, why?
Oh my satellite, oh my passenger.
We came up on Ohio,
I have you chewed on like a biro.
You are a sum I am no closer to deciphering.
We came up to Minneapolis,
all fizzy blood and twitchy fists.
I buried you in a day of snowing.
She said Bird, why? I said Bird, why?
Oh my satellite, oh my passenger.
in a pink and blue mist
by the whispering moon
as the quarter bell rings
…its where the bird sits
the peach air breathes
dew drips from the gate
the spangling grass sings
[titles of photo sequence from 6.27 until 7.07 am this morning] Gill McGrath©