The colours of this sombre day
are subtle hues in pastel shades
imbued with patient pinks and
bonnet blues; the grey horizon
loses constancy and blends into
amorphous clouds which hang in
dull sonorous shrouds about the
hills. I find the verdant music still
in sounds that rise like strands
of mist from breathing ground,
the echoes faint resemble bells
which ring the vast and ancient in;
I resonate in empathy, the day
begins and comforts ever graciously.
© 8 May 2007, I.D. Carswell
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