7th February 2026

 

happy sounds

as I'm greeted with grunts

contented boy

© Rachel Green February 2026

Morning in Eymet

Night has tucked away her skirts

and with those, the drape of darkened clouds

for now the sun releases early light

and the promise of a dawning spring is vowed.

Bright blue the jigsaw pieces of the sky

are slotted still with white and darkened swells

while early walkers dot the still-damp streets

and footfalls echo with the sound of tolling bells.

An older man walks past, his face now turned

as fixed in place by startling gorgon flare

or be he rapt by Aengis' squatting poo

rather than my fading, flaming hair.

An hour past and we are headed home

but stop outside the lovely L'Etabli

where majestic fluffy hound awaits outside

to exchange a morning pleasantry.

© Rachel Green February 2026