Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Broken Blue
Mornings like this are the epitome of autumn for me. A magical mix that should be distressing but in its balance becomes quite beautiful. Sunshine beaming in the blue beneath heavy lids of looming cloud; birds soaring gleefully then buffeted by the random raucous winds that scuffle across the sky; almost frost that dots the bins and cars but doesn’t yet bother the tomatoes fattening hungrily under the last of Helios’ touch; early mornings in the light and the cool, a memory of summer and a warning of winter. Have a beautiful autumn day, and find balance in the things you put into it.
Mabh Savage 