#SingingAsTheDarknessLifts

STUNT GIRL

This morning the air is delightfully fresh. I sense spring and I feel the contrast of what I breathe this morning with the city air I breathed at the weekend. It is wonderfully refreshing to stand still in the new day. Alt text says this week’s photo shows a person smiling holding a book. ItContinue reading “STUNT GIRL”

THIS MORNING, WOOD PIGEONS

This morning, wood pigeons are sounding their calls and I remember them heralding in the sunny days of my youth. The air carries definite hints of spring, and I call the scent raw floral as I am transported back to my time of harvesting daffodil bulbs. Last night’s mist has cleared and the day isContinue reading “THIS MORNING, WOOD PIGEONS”

BREATHING THE SCENTED AIR

This morning a chorus from herring gulls welcomed in the morning, and the wind is swirling and mixing the scents of flowers and green. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a drink and a plate of food. I say it is me enjoying a sit down in a café at ChesterContinue reading “BREATHING THE SCENTED AIR”

I SEE BLUE SKY

This morning the air holds the scent of green and unfurling. The birds are well awake when I step outside and are singing to each other of a new day to be in, seemingly unbothered by the wind. Alt text says this week’s photo is a tree with no leaves. I say it is blueContinue reading “I SEE BLUE SKY”

NO KISS ME QUICK HAT

This morning the air is cold and brings the scent of bark. The birds are singing to welcome in the day, and one short daffodil holds its trumpet proudly aloft on the front lawn. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women smiling for a selfie and indeed it is. It is Kath andContinue reading “NO KISS ME QUICK HAT”

UNDER A BLANKET

This morning the air is simply cold. I am unable to detect anything other than cold and fresh. The fresh feels revitalising. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person with a scarf behind her face. I say are you sure you want me to try to decipher that description. I also say itContinue reading “UNDER A BLANKET”

SNOW MOON AND GRATITUDE

This morning the air carries the smell of grass, and a thread of geese sound in the sky. Alt text says this week’s photo is a heart shaped object on the ground. I say it is ‘Lovely’, a photograph I took of a discarded elastic band found in the gutter near the end of myContinue reading “SNOW MOON AND GRATITUDE”

HYDRATION, CONVERSATION, AND GOOD COMPANY

This morning the birds are singing in the day under a clouded sky. The air is fresh and gently perfumed. I breathe deeply to determine what might be coming from my soap and what is flora on the breeze. Alt text says this week’s photo is a mug of hot chocolate and a photo ofContinue reading “HYDRATION, CONVERSATION, AND GOOD COMPANY”

A NEW MOON BEFORE BREW MONDAY

This morning the birds are sending their calls into the cold air and for a moment I sense the scent of doughnuts before the air smells simply cold. Alt text says this week’s photo is a group of mugs on a shelf. I say it is three cups representing the joy of choosing a cupContinue reading “A NEW MOON BEFORE BREW MONDAY”

THE MOON POEMS ARE WAXING LYRICAL

This morning a light wind tickles the leaves and drops of rain, held there temporarily, fall. No bird song yet in the faintly herbed air. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a moon in the sky, and this makes me chuckle because I wondered if this might be the suggestion. I say it isContinue reading “THE MOON POEMS ARE WAXING LYRICAL”