dancing the colour circle

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At 9.30 am, it was still a rain swamped view out of the little window which looks down the hill  and up to the horizon, and the little trees. Just then it looked as if rain would hang there all day…..

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By 11.30 am there were suddenly chippy  excited bird noises outside up there in the sky and it was looking good. Sun! Yeah!

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At 12.30 am there were still lots of  gorgeous white fluffy clouds  rolling around up there in the blue and it all looked brilliant. And so did the fields and the shadows…….

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2.56 pm
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2.58 pm
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3.00 pm
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At 3.30 pm (back home) and looking over the garden from the window that looks  towards the sunset, the  sun could be seen in  bright free fall again…..
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And by 3.35 pm with the sun all gone,  honey stains still lingered for a while. Oh!….I almost forgot…..4 o’clock….
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By the little window  again…. the window that looks down the  hill and up towards the little trees……. and a piece of sky…. and the singing lines ……the slow purple pink dance began.

Gill McGrath© January  6

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sunset warns rain: but it won’t stop play

2014  06 28 Sunset through storm clouds jpg sigThe dark clouds mixed with curious pink last evening.

A warning. Of rain bursts in bucket loads today……

It will rain, as it always does to make Wimbledon stop, start, start stop… the tennis…and by a miracle…. the roof of glass will move  and tennis will  carry on, so lazy TV sports and home birds sit and look.

Rain, it will burst!… as it always does on Glastonbury; to make a mud bath, a unique summer pudding, set to music, in a field………

But before the warning up there in the sky; that summer has taken yet another twisted turn; for sitting in…… or out…..….

I, had in the soil, planted, just yesterday, some leaves, with strong roots born earlier in a sheltered place, warmed by a thing these tender green young things knew of, knew, that it glowed through,beyond, the glass above them…. (The sun)

Now these charming up starts sit in the rain soaked border AS IF SET FREE… now wallowing in a crazy night time wet, care free, without even knowing they are flowers yet!

They have grown I do believe in the rainfall overnight

Perkily they must have sat content just then, without glass, looking for the stars and devil moon (who even troubles me), who hides and looks and looks and hides.

Not quite the same as looking for the sun they already know….

Who hides here, out of sight unsettled, behind, under glass, who, waits ready to warm hearts and feet again…..and  to dry washing soon enough….

Diary. Gill McGrath. June 28
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