Saturday, 13 July 2024

thermals

 thermals


it’s the time of the thistle wool

spreading on a summer breeze

while on shore the rising buzzards pull

my eyes up way up above the trees

while under the lichened limestone wall

the mice are sleeping on that wool

and chewing an the seeds but that’s not all

for as the warming lizard darts my eye

an illusive lark steals the sky where

and three hang-gliders describe an arc

to land on Rhosilli beach breaking free

in roller after rollers from the sea

stop consider such a day as this

it’s heaven isn’t it absolutely bliss

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