Windsong ...

We heard windsong amongst the pines - 

We had climbed up from the bright bay - 

There were white flowers amongst the stones - 

Broken terraces pooled sunlight - 

Olive trees were a timeless green - 

I listened out for a shepherd's song - 

Any moment I might hear a golden voice - 

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Friday 11 May 2018

A bright bay