walking above hill mist towards the sun…..

8.29 am I am passing by the mists rolling around to the side and heading further along the road which is  clear…..
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8.30 am I am turning the bend passed wooded bits to the right…….
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and getting closer it seems …
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……closer towards the sun which is climbing out of a mist. Soft light…..
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By 8.32 am The sun starts to disappear. Here it is still a small sliver. Just about visible….. in its own mist!…..
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then by my feet ~
a small voice starts to sing
in hill mists still thickening
the bejeweled stinger
now firmly unstrung
from it’s cobweb
unable to sting
sings silent
music here
all over
again
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8.51
Home again
Frozen
with coffee
and Andrew Marr (‘am’ politics show on the tele)
Gill McGrath ® today. January 4. multiple mist scenes will follow  press link

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mists

 

 

sun chasing. still. no place like home

2014 11 29 so here is the Christmas card jpg sig
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