Daytripper

i had to wait ‘til

king’s cross

to tell you how even

these flat fields of middle england

sparkled with an early

morning excitement

in my rush south

to see you.

the soft blue sunday sky

edged with frost,

not quite awake.

thick smoke from the cooling towers

hanging upside down in the icy air.

we sped south, too fast to capture the

fleeting moments that took

my breath away.

flooded fields

glinting in the new light,

flocks of nameless birds

rising over rows

of skeletal poplars.

a perfect light, big skies,

pylons striding out across

frozen furrows,

swollen rivers and

huddles of bedraggled ponies.

the world slowly

waking up to

this new season

of bare beauty

and finally,

suddenly,

the warm

familiar welcome

of London

and you.

King's Place, for delicious warming Pumpkin soup

downtown shopping til we dropped

My amazing birthday treat

with champers no less

Before

and after

and as I sped North again, my favourite London song was whizzing around in my head - play it agan Glenn . . .

 and Jess, a BIG thank you X X X