Sunday, 18 April 2021

a summer morning at tor bay

 

a summer morning at tor bay


falling 

this path engrossed in all of its rapture 

over primroses under the headiness of gorse 

of the morning warming to a basking lizard

may blossom in profusion across a blue sky

the drying of the grasses

it is heaven ~ it is

to be here 

above the bay

or our footsteps sinking in the wet sand 

of a falling tide

oh my oh my 

all that need be said of today 

warmth in all of its many guises

falling 

falling




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