Bright islands ...

Joe's was closed - 

The cold waves broke upon the empty beach - 

There were dark coils of seaweed cast upon the sand - 

This was our summer place - 

Swimming in the warm shallows - 

Eyes closed, swimming towards the sun - 

Geese flew towards Old Harry - 

I thought of bright islands - 

Fig trees, a prickly pear, a lizard on a twilight wall - 

14.00

Sunday 25 November 2018

South Beach

Studland 

Dorset