Sunday Whirl...dreaming

Swing Rosy Powers Fling Gold Grasses Spray Stray Erotic Melancholy Pale CoverDo you feel it?This melancholy mood.Yesterday I watched the sunset, rosy then gold then gray.Remember seeing the crows swoop and swing on the pines.Into the night,And silence.But then the moon cast down lofty, private powersFoxes were screaming, owls screeching, smaller things scuttling about and taking cover in the cloverErotic rutting in the fields among the grasses in the pale light of the waningThen I was runningI was running thru the fields on long matchstick-legsRunning with the deer to the riverTo the river to fling my sleek, silver body into the darkness and float with the silvery minnowsI rose and fell with breath, with the flow, with the minnows, in the darknessAnd lifted up on heron wings to spray starlight across the skyThen... the dawn chorusAnd I lay in bed and stared at a stray cobweb on the ceiling till 10am.Brenda I loved the words this week, thank you. What a treat it is to have a random group of words to play with each Sunday. And also loved reading thru my friend's, especially Walt, Sara, Jo Ann, Carol, Misky and the amazing Hannah. Go have a read when you get a chance. (Poetry is good for you...like a great, big yummy salad of health for your brain.)Art: a sketch done with my new water soluble charcoal pencils on a piece of a 1971 Ordnance Survey Map (Go new pencils!)