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: outside
a fairy tale at dawn late summer
beyond the gossamer fence
through rolling mists
a stolen kiss-
sleeping beauty wakes.
Gill McGrath©
[ neighbourhood described 07.17.14]
Listen in on some harsh pigeon talk……
I can’t believe
You lied to me again today
You said you loved me
You even called me beautiful
You placed a silver charm
And cast a spell on me
I turned your name
Into a jewel
A purple amethyst
You just found another game
For me to play-
Over and Over again
I call your name
And now I hear it rhyme with
Everything I say!
Gill McGrath© Avis sedet in imbrem aureum.
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I can feel your stare!
Hey! You beautiful thing
I am talking to you
I know you are there
I can feel your stare
Take your eyes off me
As you sit in your tree
Yes, you are welcome to the figs
But leave some for me in place
Just smile for the photo now
I have only half your face. Gill© squeeze thumbnail for more 
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
6.15 am. valley edge defined in pink saturated gold
Gill McGrath© Aug 24
Strange! It was very pink a bit earlier.
And the fine bird moaning by the washing still shone gold when the sky turned blue.Press him for a closer look
high quiet. burnished bits. no bird
tonight. Gill McGrath© 8.15pm.
pulled out of a skip : paint on wood
stripped.purple and blue. GRM©
Avis vigiliae: A Golden Bird sits on the line…
….in purple lit shadows
While the Faerie caravan moves on
Towards some new stopping place.
Dressed up in robes and tiny crowns
These funny flying things
Do hide their wings
So they can pull their toadstool on its course….
Then dragging slow a sort of worn out faerie horse!
Yeah!
Gill McGrath©
sun below looks at bird
on the worshiping line
sitting above still
fascinated ❤
Gill McGrath©
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