Saturday, 7 December 2013

blushing sky, 7th December 2013

Buddleias bow their deadheads in honour of the season's-gone fallen butterflies... a buzzard impossibly-balanced on the thinnest twig if a thorny hawthorn.... he watches the reddening sunrise which is blushing at its own slow reveal, clouds parting, sky blu'ening!.... a dead fox, road kill...  fate worse than death?.... too late to ask the fox..... two traffic cons have lost their platoon of comrades and wander absent without leave, and slightly drunken-looking, along the central reservation of this road... which way to go? does it matter?.......... a pylon seems to lean over quizzically as I pass bowing its laden cables worryingly.... I'm glad it's up there and I'm down here....... it sees haste as a waste..... a thought: every step one takes is a step forward, even the ones that go backwards...... end of thought........ will leave that one for the optimists me thinks...... marsh grazing low-hung with mist and pock-marked with sheep and starlings....... and geese!....... two swans, mute, fly overhead just as I motor past.... skillfully avoiding the giant pylon's quizzical leaning........ chicken sheds stink...... seeps through the cars vent....... slaughter of the innocents........ engine hums as it does every morning, the same melody, familiar........ lorries come to life from lay-bys emerging like a herd of waking elephants off on their travels...... here comes the bridge...... once again I feel on top of the world looking down on tidal reflections capturing an essence of sky blushing sky.......

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