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:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailPinterestLike this: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…