…..I knew the laundry would be drying in the sun and
Everyone as far as I can tell are on their way.
Beautiful breeze. Beautiful day.
Stop the clocks.
Diary GillMcG 3.15.14
Tag: prose
pink morning 2 . March 6. 6.39 am
The gap in the wall by a blackberry hedge
Has led me to this stinging field.
Above, beyond, a glittering patch of coloured angel dust
Suggests the drama has begun.
While power lines, tamed into a music phrase
Dance wide across the sky
Towards the breaking sun
GillMcG
Gill McGrath 