Morning Vignette



Rain falls in blue grey thick twists. It falls so loud there are no other sounds.
The water-ropes fray, let loose the gold sun, the birdsong. One tractor rolls, sprays mud.
It had rained all night. Drop-thud on the lean-to roof was our lullaby.
Clouds smudge the sun to a silver light.
Cold invokes weariness.
Steam from a kettle, smell of coffee brewing.
Pressing hands around warm mugs.
Rain falls in blue grey thick twists. It falls so loud there are no other sounds.





Comments

  1. The Cranky31 January 2015 at 00:33

    Drop-thud in the moisty morning; perfect reason to return to a snug bed, coffee and newspaper in hand.

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  2. Dixie@dcrelief31 January 2015 at 01:38

    Ooh, I could feel that rain and mood.

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  3. Geo.31 January 2015 at 05:56

    Sometimes there is a universal quality in the weather over you. I'm almost ready to believe our minds begin some distance from our actual bodies.

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    1. Lisa Southard31 January 2015 at 09:08

      'Head in the clouds' as they say; I always took that as a compliment :-)

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