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…….
and getting closer it seems …
……closer towards the sun which is climbing out of a mist. Soft light…..
By 8.32 am The sun starts to disappear. Here it is still a small sliver. Just about visible….. in its own mist!…..
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
and Andrew Marr (‘am’ politics show on the tele)
Gill McGrath ® today. January 4. multiple mist scenes will follow press link
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
– Gill McGrath®
(touch to grow cobweb it is fascinating! )
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