Dank, still, crisp morning air sinks gradually over the ancient village.
Mildew creeps, and trees blend, all surfaces being pulled together.
Gradually, like colours mixing in a bowl, the hill is reclaimed.
A sudden stream of sunlight crosses the horizon,
Colours and surfaces ignite, orange, red, ochre, green.
The hill top awakes, blinks eyes, dogs bark.
With a lazy smile, the village stretches and comes to life.
This is fantastic!! Please can you draw one for us to frame??? Hope to see you soon xxxxx
ReplyDeleteThanks! I'd love to :))xx
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