The sunrise streets
are hammered gold
while mundane city bylaws
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.
Continue reading “illuminating moments”
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:Despite appearances, I don’t think it was the warp drives they fixed, as we were still two hours late at the other end.