Sun Rising 09 Monday Jun 2014 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ 2 Comments Sun rising… And the colour diffuses Through low-level mist, That clings to the ground, Like a blanket. And I feel like I’ve stepped Into a tinted film noir… Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Beautiful darling, it reminds me of driving through the west country at at dawn, one of my favourite sights.
Thank you my love…