The sun is not there (it looks like sun!)(its not)
The sun hides behind the thick grey swathe of frozen cloud behind me
It can’t be seen…. it sulks perhaps
Still clawing upward trying to wake
Calling out loud
No one notices
So there it stays….
This thing I see is a sweep of reflected light
(from that hidden sun…slipping through as magic does)
On the other side of the field
I think it’s a miracle……
And that rabbit watched with me!
Gill McGrath (at 7. 20 am) Diary 25 November