
morning rush
no time to stop and stare
short and sweet
Gill McGrath© 8.05am January 9
Tag: outside
dancing the colour circle

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…..

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

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…….

2.56 pm

2.57pm

2.58 pm

3.00 pm

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…..

And by 3.35 pm with the sun all gone, honey stains still lingered for a while. Oh!….I almost forgot…..4 o’clock….

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
press the following link…..
https://gillmcgrath.com/dance-in-colour/

swans silently shifting the mood…


……from balanced calm to a full on scream! Gill McGrath©
(Press bottom pic for Edvard Munch faces on surface water!)
Perhaps I am getting carried away here but the watery reflections look like Edvard Munch ‘Scream’ (1893) ~Wikipedia details link~

Robin thinks about taking a dip today….. (7 pics)
evening. grey surface. light. particular
Why a pigeon moans [ originally ‘why a bird moans’]
Why do Pigeons always moan?
I kind of think I know.
because one bird told me all aglow
in this Pigeon Post I found
by the lines……
…a small tear stained note
in feathery hand……
(You don’t have to believe)but
….this is what it said:
‘Hear me moaning
On the roof again….
My tears are falling fast
It wasn’t meant to be like this
I thought my chicks would fly away
To see the stars
To feel the rain
And then one day
Come flying back to me again
With pretty finds
And chirpy smiles
But they flew off
Too fast too soon
Soared for miles and miles and miles-
And they hardly turned their heads again
So now
I’ve been left forever
On my own cloud of rain
Barely to recover
Barely able to smile again
It’s why I sit here moaning by your bedroom window on the wire
…Oookay To be honest- all the lines around your house…
It’s here I dry my tear stained feathers
And where I turn me into gold
By the Western evening fire’
If I don’t turn to toast first!
Don’t you just love ’em!
Gill McGrath©[A follow on from Jenny’s Fairies©] originally published here as ‘why a bird moans ‘In touch with Emma’ September 17 2014
abstract: stone. wood. plastic
Deer in the City
December 8th Diary
8.00pm Took the photo of the sun, looking like the night…
9.00am Town Covered Market. now. Before the madding crowd…… two deers, on show, soft light

what a way to end
just hanging
Nearly walked into the fur
looking at the chocolates
head in air
dripping blood
and no one there
Gill
GillMcGrath©
[posted 10th December]
the city ‘A place to dream’ press the above link












