~ waking ~
through lines of spangling dew always
I hear your song strumming the violet strand
stretching endless in a lazy morning yawn
your gentle face stripped bare
beyond the rolling mist
feeling your mood
always there ~ con fuoco
Gill McGrath© May 14
~ the sky. the field. from the gate.
~the kitchen.violets.on the window ledge.
~the sky. cows in the meadow.over there~
~ hear. in the kitchen.violets whispering ~
Gill McGrath© today.January 27
Gill McGrath© Diary: this morning sun rising all round my field at 7.50 am a pretty unique sensational event~again.
….one two –
you I see
Gill McGrath© Diary [there is no need to count to ten]
…or the sun
gilding a gentle lily
…or a golden bird
looking at the sun
…or simply a pigeon with a charm
looking at the morning come?
Gill McGrath© this morning at about 7
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
a golden bird sits
on the lichen roof
counting to the rhythm
seen there in the mists
beyond those trees
Gill McGrath© 7.30am
~ of London~
like a game
like noughts and crosses.
flowers in my lines.
and I’m sniffing……
Gill McGrath© November 12
( Hi! Hyacinth) you smell particularly delicious[FH/GN]