Friday night has come and gone, blinding us all with its brilliance. And Cindy, Ashley and I stared straight into its lights, to bring this collaboration to you…
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With rain, the night herons should be
coming to these pools, describable:
They are like…
I was not expecting so much
silver to be here, reflecting
on me.
AM
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CK
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Watching blossoms cover the ground
cover everything that is not you
you realise it is the golden orb
of light spinning in the sound of air
it is the sky combing out its greys
the soft down of autumn, the pleasure
of walking with no place to go
no doors to open.
GN
What a wonderful combination of image and verses…love it.
Another week of wonder!
there is def. pleasure in walking with no place to go…and i tend to forget that it’s autumn over in oz…
so true… have just finished holidays, so felt the pinch of work again today… too many doors at work for my liking!
“it is the sky combing out its greys” – love this image. And, once again, the unplanned synchronicity between Ashley’s poem and Cindy’s photo
Thanks BB, that image was what started the poem for me… it was such a gorgeous sky.
Your poem Graham puts into words how I felt the other day when the sounds and soft autumn air in the afternoon were just perfect.
This is my favourite weather Gabe… Just makes me want to live outside under the stars…
Incredible synchronicity in these three; the rain, drop, forms an orb.
Thanks Mark, they swirl in together so beautifully