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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