Wearing a torn shirt ...

Forgotten beach huts were half hidden by summer greenery -

Foxgloves veiled salt rimed wood -

Small waves broke upon the fine pale sand - 

Trees cast wavering shadows on warm decking -

I gazed out over the bay -

I pictured myself wearing a torn shirt - 

I'd linger here, watching shadows -

My heart healing as stars filled the sky -

Saturday 6 June 2020

South Beach

Studland 

Dorset