Bright ships ...

One of my treasures is a small shell, worn smooth by many tides - 

I found it on a windswept beach - 

Pale waves cast driftwood upon the sand -

We'd sat in the shelter of the dunes - 

I'd looked up at the November sky - 

We listened to the gulls as darkness fell - 

We were bright ships upon a limitless sea - 

16.13

Saturday 19 November 2016

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset