Thin, quiet and
Slow, so-slow
That strip of ghost-near land
‘Tween fog-roll banks and
God-dark’d limits of Heaven.
Wearing grey coat, grey mood
I am disquieted observer –
Intruder perhaps –
Unable to decide whether
Light and season
Are approaching
Or leaving
The stage.
There is glory
Both in the winning
And the giving away.
questions
of tone
walking around
colour wheels
~
seeing
both coolness
and
warmness
of grey
~
light changes
daily
just lately:
days change
lightly.