HAPPY AS A PIG-IN:
Ploughman cuts the earth into dirty vinyl grooves, tracked by
the static of low flying crows scribbling jagged black holes in
the wind.
Essex got it’s sunhead on, I’m feeling elated. Time to take the
eyes out for a ride behind the wheel of a low-ket automobile.
Listening to the soundscapes of MURAL’s ‘Tempo’
(K)
A feast for
The senses…*
Crows I love them, fingered wings cutting the Sky, the distant sound of qua, throaty on the wind.
Merry Mabon*