the gaze

over there
a breeze
a gentle drum
a line of trees
are calling where we danced entwined forever
counting stars between the leaves
where dew on strings
breathes now the music
pale pearls of mist beneath our feet
forever softly whispering
sweet empties to the beat

Gill McGrath© today
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admiring the view by window with my muse early morning april end


‘Take your boots’ she said …

Take your boots
…. and walk where
the shadows define the step downhill
which show the way to
the winding river
take a quick glance back
towards  the top of the ridge
(and wave to me)
before you walk
with care
by the water’s edge….
[ GM© June 17]
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Gill McGrath© June 17 2015

(words are more or less what Great Granny said)
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