In fact, I suppose the title should be sunset; sunrise, as the only sunset here is the very first image (above).
As for the four photos below, well, I think the phrase I’m looking for is, “one of these things is not like the others.”
They are certainly all magnificent sunrises: and I’m pretty sure they were all taken in February, although not all this year.
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Yesterday the sunshine was silver over the River Severn; today it was rather more rose and gold. It’s Sunday and it’s been a very quiet day, but the sunset had me thinking of music.
Certainly those cables across the sky remind me of a musical score – presumably ruled out ready for the music of the spheres; they’re just missing the birds sitting on them to mark the notes.
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The sunrise streets
are hammered gold
while mundane city bylaws gleam
with transient enlightenment
Not for the first time, I am reminded that much of my poetry is centred on the visual and heavily influenced by the quality of light.
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One for sorrow, two for joy; three for a girl and four for a boy; five for silver, six for gold…
There were six magpies bickering in the trees by the river last night. Sadly, I fear they weren’t foretelling the imminent receipt of a large fortune, just the arrival of sunset over the lake:
I flew to Spain on Wednesday. We boarded on time, but sat on the tarmac for a couple of hours while they fixed a technical problem.
This was the view through the window just after take off:
don't confuse the narrator 