A View From My Window

[poliphilo]

 A quarter to eight in the morning.....

Pale blue sky, pink clouds

The moon in its last quarter

Silver

Very high up a pink plane trailing pink vapour

Very low down, on what was once marshland- and still is underneath- a thread of mist lying below the house tops

Comments

[conuly]

That's poetry. Did you intend it that way?

[poliphilo]

I didn't intend it, but as I was writing I realised it was taking poetic form, so I let it be what it wanted to be.....