Gill McGrath© Diary: this morning sun rising all round my field at 7.50 am a pretty unique sensational event~again.
Tag: pink
sun chasing. still. no place like home
Gill McGrath© Christmas Card I reckon.
Autumn. Morning. 8.00 am. I think. By an upstairs window.
The sun’s pink is turning one particular cloud up there. I have to go and chase it like something possessed. Believe me.
Time has no meaning now. I am moving towards the pink dewy cloud; but the delicious candy mist has been caught behind a wedge of weeping woodland trees ….. So now I scurry on uneven ground to see the fledgling sun.
Run, run, don’t go, don’t leave me now, I moan. Please stay….. I sort of sing… and count to ten. And, so along the road, I kind of dance and suddenly at 8.07…….the Sun.
And with the breeze that always comes, flashing cottontails flicker pink and brown, rabbits, by my feet in new cabbage shoots a new stinging edge.
Are they the canny rabbits from three fields away; the ancient,cosy,shooting place, that burned the other day? Well yes I think.
They did n’t stop to smile or say. Instead; they ran away….. from me….shouting ….’here we go again’…. and waved! Believe me.
Back home the robin was waiting for me singing in the figs.No place like home!
Gill McGrath© Diary 29th November 2014
day after day. day after day…nothing moves [ Robin] [3 pics]
Today…
11.00 am
By the window now……
Waiting, waiting for a spark to light the sky
Beyond this new horizon
Framed in familiar layers of pink and purple
Hanging wet in misted lines
Another new dark day
While far off stars still beckon hidden in the blue……
………Just then my robin flew down and began to take his bath 11.07am
Gill McGrath© singing diamonds
[press for the detail eyes,wet feathers,diamonds 3 pics]
(For 3 minutes the bird strutted his stuff- 30 pictures in sequence- everyone a gem!)
What the rabbit saw. Its like a grand mirror….
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
Almost a matinee. Blithe Spirit…..
One pigeon watched from a tree and the robin fluttered pecking leaves.
Gill McGrath© 3.50pm
hide and seek. all day.*with illustrations*
the sun. came out at one~
in the middle of the day
~was barely there~
then a little later
dressed for the night
in butter pink
it blinked
~ and simply slid away!~Gill McGrath© 3 pics follow
[*sunrise at 1/*mist all day*/sunset at 4*]
those indigo trees. morning
where yesterday the dark painted sun shone
in a lighter shade of pink
violet rose and saffron play today
along a lighter line of indigo
and here
a golden bird sits
on the lichen roof
counting to the rhythm
seen there in the mists
beyond those trees
Gill McGrath© 7.30am
tree. purple sky. a place for birds
above
through
between the lines
all twittering ~
shouting as birds do
excited at the break of day
in shades of pink purple brown autumn grey… and red…
Gill McGrath©….at seven this morning. pink sky. from all sides
flying-out-line. on pink. between the blue edge
Gill McGrath© tonight 4.00pm near the setting sun
mist through the wires
Before sun says its day
Before birds rush to the line
Distant drums roll ~
Through the mist through the wires
Gill McGrath© October 28 6.30 am
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