tracing the shadows
suffused dawn light creeps across
our watchful faces
tracing the shadows
suffused dawn light creeps across
our watchful faces
after the heat, rain
misty-soft in pearl-grey light
gentle on the eyes
a loud bump below
a shout, hey no-one is hurt,
passing on the lane
our garden birds hush
a kite, its long-fingered wings
playing a thermal
our cats still asleep
in a bed of pink flowers
camping out in style
the heat continues
in the forest’s deep shadows
even the earth sweats
butterflies dance while
wrens flit ’round a dripping tap
vying for a sip
helped out of the sink
a strip of toilet tissue
climb little spider
spider in the bath
on steep sides, long legs sliding
forever downwards
a few drops of rain
outside I remain seated
letting thoughts refresh
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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