Friday, 20 March 2009

Gold on grey

Rain licked. Grit swept. The old roof leaked. 

Higher than my reach, wider than my stretch, I had to let other hands and arms mend the shed. I pottered and dug at a small distance, happy to watch the new pristine felt restore the roof to it's former glory.

Neat. Ready for the weather again after our blasting Winter. 

I miss the patterns of gold lichen against the bare charcoal grey.