Now every moment would bring its gift ...

We lay upon the beach at Shipstall Point -

Anne dug her toes into the fine sand -   

Two long limbed canoeists peeled off their wet suits - 

Tessa remembered beautiful words - 

The gentle tide rose higher as we watched - 

Quiet islands were unvisited - 

Earlier, I'd smelled May blossom - 

I'd seen knotted oaks in bright leaf - 

Now every moment would bring its gift - 

13.30

Saturday 14 May 2016

Shipstall Point

Arne 

Dorset