Driftwood burning with summer's pine cones ...

I drank Ghost Ship in the dacha - 

The stove warmed the book lined room - 

I remembered the cove - 

The waves broke upon the hidden shore -

I stood just beyond their reach - 

I heard the sound of the sea under our gentle roof -

There were tide washed pebbles at my feet - 

Driftwood burning with summer's pine cones -

Sunday 4 October 2020

The Old School House 

East Stoke 

Dorset