SATURDAY MORNING BLUES & GREYS

SATURDAY MORNING BLUES & GREYS

Crack the darkness

Venture out

Dark skies promise much

A hoot in a familiar tree

Brings joy as I approach quietly

Try to capture

Morning joys

Glass eye for eye’s lens

I make a few notes on a small screen

‪Standing by a field all alone

No mist, no snow

No colours

No clear skies, no moon

No birds choose to rest picturesquely

No planes along this valley today

Heading back home

Eyes cast down
Step in a puddle

To wash the mud off my matted boots

But only end up with soggy socks

Take a deep breath

Venture on

Towards the river

Hopelessly remaining full of hope

Expecting there’ll be nothing to see

Turn back again

But what’s that?

A Dipper dips

Cormorants stretching on the pylons

Keeping me outdoors for far too long

Martin A W Holmes, March 2017

No mist
No planes
No colours
No clear skies
No moon
No birds
No snow

I step in a puddle

To wash mud off my boots

But only end up with soggy socks