~ waking ~
through lines of spangling dew always
I hear your song strumming the violet strand
stretching endless in a lazy morning yawn
your gentle face stripped bare
beyond the rolling mist
feeling your mood
your strings
always there ~ con fuoco
Gill McGrath© May 14
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where dew strings serenade the silence
the lazy wind cuts through the waking dawn
pale rolling mists fill in the green between
and bright eyed wide-awakes look on!
Gill McGrath© field may 1 at 5.50am
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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
admiring the view by window with my muse early morning april end
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Roses have thorns and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
[lines 2,3&4 from sonnet 35 by William Shakespeare]
Gill McGrath©
April 23 2016
over there
in half light
little trees
stand still
in moonlight
the dawn
under the stars
in mist
the clear
colouring your face
between each leaf
spangling the cotton tails
in dew
beneath our feet
smiling
always there
always free
Gill McGrath© Easter
Half-Light
(photos/words~ snitches from Saturday)
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dew dancing
on the grass
near the water
on the grass
near the water
dew dancing
Gill McGrath© [21 March]
Dance
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the way it plays
the way it hides
between the lines
the way it signs
Gill McGrath© March 14 [2o minutes]
One Love
this time
a rose
Gill McGrath© March 12
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