a gentle drum
a line of trees
are calling where we danced entwined forever
counting stars between the leaves
where dew on strings
breathes now the music
pale pearls of mist beneath our feet
forever softly whispering
sweet empties to the beat
Gill McGrath© today
admiring the view by window with my muse early morning april end
draped in lace
Patience the cat
is looking at me
Gill McGrath© December 4
Gill McGrath© November 19
Gill McGrath July 30 afternoon
[thought it was the man delivering new computer expected]
5.17am ~ more day than night
Gill McGrath© May 23
so who cares where the sun is
when you are sitting at a dark window
your paws sadly resting on the sill
waiting for that someone
grey clouds gathering
and its looking quite a bit like rain?
Can you see him waiting in the window?
Can you see her, sitting all day on her nest?
And look at him, now its evening, eyes fixed on the dark clouds wondering if it will thunder…..
…that’s when … the nesting lady takes her chance!
Gill McGrath© April 22. 7.00 pm ~~
Update: Late sunset here with clear skies and a bit of color 8.40 pm ~ and a moon!
as if in the dark
I glimpse you
a light shining through you
tracing the edges of your being
against the trees
at the edge of spring…
Gill McGrath © March 23
there she sat
draped in lace
a cat in a window….Gill McGrath© ‘cat act’series
while the silent setting sun sits opposite
sleeping under a deep grey cloud
eyes barely flickering……
Gill McGrath© tonight 4.30 pm dark
(last minute photo ~ taken from a different perch ~ )