I'm awake but only justThinking of the things I must
Accomplish in the day ahead
I'm so much better off in bed
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More notes from underground. "I don't get what the society wants."
6 comments:
See? It's catching...
great poem!
It will get easier as the mornings get lighter. Sometimes I'm tempted to buy a teasmade, but it's just too middle aged and so I resist. Has it been a cold winter in Hungary? Have you got one of those oppressive Soviet-era central-heating systmes?
No - been waiting for snow. We've had 2-3 days below zero (just). It was last week. So at the weekend I planned a walk in the hills to catch a flake. Found a dusting on the ground, nothing more. Last year we had ice sculptures in the street!
On the other hand, I have seen crocuses and even a butterfly on a boy's hand.
I wake every morning to rather hectic birdsong. It's magic! It's like the gateway to another dimension - it makes me think of dreams, memories... that kind of thing. There's something distinctly otherwordly, or ethereal, about it. I really can't explain why it gets to me the way it does. But it does. There are lots of finches about at present but they'll all get going soon enough. Even in the country, in open fields, the sound of rooks 'cawing' transports me in a similar way. I must be a bit of a hippy I suppose. Or just a country type of girl.
A butterfly? In Budapest? In midwinter? Are you quite, quite sure about that? I wrote a blog today about mild air but that's taking it *too* far!
Well, maybe it was a domestic pet. :-) If you like birdsong that much, the second disc of Aerial by Kate Bush will please you - it's woven between, sometimes throughout, tracks.
In the UK, this "dawn chorus" usually happens in March/April, and into May.
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