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March commute
5 o’clock on the drive home
Eyes surprised
By light at that time of day
The whole valley
Bathed in its softness.
Trees I’d seen a million times
Strangely outlined against the mist
All of a sudden
I spotted a pair of herons
Bobbing across the sky
Joyfully oblivious to their own awkwardness
And looking as though they might
Drop down at any moment.
And as they flew on
With bated breath
I wished them a soft landing
With every ounce of my sore heart
I started writing poems in my early 20’s and left them on scraps of paper around the house. It wasn’t till my 40’s that I wrote my first ‘proper’ poem. I love writing, telling stories and want to use this blog for recording snippets of life; including real and sometimes magical events that unfold and unfurl right in front of us, making us laugh and cry and sometimes (when we are very lucky) both at the same time! View more posts
Carmel Gibbons Writes