after wind all night
after rain all night
Gill McGrath© Saturday January 10. early
Tag: rain
making the most of long wintry nights
When dark wakens you
Too soon
And water falls
Inside outside
When dust breathes
In hardly light
In here out there
And rain patters
In pain on pane
Like tears
~just switch on the light and read a nice book!
Gill McGrath©
[tomorrow first light 7.58am. And then its going to continue raining]
January rain
Gill McGrath© January 9 afternoon
dancing the colour circle
At 9.30 am, it was still a rain swamped view out of the little window which looks down the hill and up to the horizon, and the little trees. Just then it looked as if rain would hang there all day…..
By 11.30 am there were suddenly chippy excited bird noises outside up there in the sky and it was looking good. Sun! Yeah!
At 12.30 am there were still lots of gorgeous white fluffy clouds rolling around up there in the blue and it all looked brilliant. And so did the fields and the shadows…….
2.56 pm
2.57pm
2.58 pm
3.00 pm
At 3.30 pm (back home) and looking over the garden from the window that looks towards the sunset, the sun could be seen in bright free fall again…..
And by 3.35 pm with the sun all gone, honey stains still lingered for a while. Oh!….I almost forgot…..4 o’clock….
By the little window again…. the window that looks down the hill and up towards the little trees……. and a piece of sky…. and the singing lines ……the slow purple pink dance began.
Gill McGrath© January 6
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the moment the rain stopped and the sun came out today…
3.35pm The scene…. slightly pink; and with lots of little trees looking towards the setting sun
Gill McGrath©
3.35pm A glimpse of sun in cloud showing for the first time, and for just a moment, where the sun is setting now; opposite those little trees…..That’s it!
Gill McGrath©
3.35pm A glimpse of a cottage in the strange shadow-less copse, sitting directly under the setting sun!
Gill McGrath©
3.35pm From the garden and watching with me for the sun…. a Bird who sat and sat!
Gill McGrath©
wet….
…rain vanishing the layers
…feet in the mill stream
otherwise dry
Gill McGrath© today
landscape detail in lavender blue
looking weatherproof
Gill McGrath© January 2
it’s blueberry smudge time
The Sun hidden all day
Whipped along by the wind
Lashed cold by the rain
Was seen after its fall
Quite by chance
For a minute
Rolling in blueberries!
Gill McGrath© December 22. 4.39 pm
Why a pigeon moans [ originally ‘why a bird moans’]
Why do Pigeons always moan?
I kind of think I know.
because one bird told me all aglow
in this Pigeon Post I found
by the lines……
…a small tear stained note
in feathery hand……
(You don’t have to believe)but
….this is what it said:
‘Hear me moaning
On the roof again….
My tears are falling fast
It wasn’t meant to be like this
I thought my chicks would fly away
To see the stars
To feel the rain
And then one day
Come flying back to me again
With pretty finds
And chirpy smiles
But they flew off
Too fast too soon
Soared for miles and miles and miles-
And they hardly turned their heads again
So now
I’ve been left forever
On my own cloud of rain
Barely to recover
Barely able to smile again
It’s why I sit here moaning by your bedroom window on the wire
…Oookay To be honest- all the lines around your house…
It’s here I dry my tear stained feathers
And where I turn me into gold
By the Western evening fire’
Golden Bird
If I don’t turn to toast first!
Don’t you just love ’em!
Gill McGrath©[A follow on from Jenny’s Fairies©] originally published here as ‘why a bird moans ‘In touch with Emma’ September 17 2014
Stripped bare of your colours. Who am I?
how can I dare to think
your twisted mixed up lines still sound so lovely
brushed yellow blue a dash of red
when your finest hand
brushed so quick the sun-lit stars
through night skies purple moon-lit sun
beyond fields of gold
past crows
past bars
across white canvas
for an ear? ~ [She said] Gill McGrath© Ode to the Artist (song)
Sien Hoornik…….. Vincent Van Gogh met her, the mother of a 5 year old girl in 1882. She was also pregnant at the time; and a prostitute;, and suffering from venereal disease. She posed for a number of drawings and paintings for him reflecting the difficult life of the working poor in domestic roles such as mother, seamstress and domestic worker. Van Gogh took her into his home and wrote about his love and affection for her in his letters to his brother. When the baby was born he was named Willem after the artist. Van Gogh wanted to marry Sien but was pressured by his father and then his brother to abandon them all . By the end of 1883 he did leave them, for Drenthe. Van Gogh died in 1890. Sien eventually married Anton van Wijk in 1901. She drowned herself 4 years later; 14 years after Van Gogh’s death.
Gill McGrath 