The Welsh word for sun means "a bright cloud".
until I could see as far as the fir trees and the stream.
The chests along the landing need re-labelling.
the sky was full of it.
when there are thirty greys at least.
Some people distinguish grey and gray.
to fit between gray, grey, and griseous.
It's funny how I forget about edges.
and all the world a-glint in new-washed green.
Enough for a whole tempest coils small enough to fit in an egg-cup!
with all of this to keep me company?
Except sometimes I miss conversation.
Why is it always Mondays that the breezes get away?
they're rustling and creeping through the cracks.
And the light came through.