Pale waves broke against the shore of stones -
A narrow stair had led me to this cove -
I had been drawn to this place -
The white stones reflected the March sunlight -
Water flowed from a spring into a basin -
A drowsy bee rested on salty greenery -
They bask in the sun, the butterflies -
I turned to listen -
Once there were many, now there are few -
The man looking for butterflies smiled a sad beautiful smile -
22 March 2022
Church Ope Cove
Isle of Portland
Dorset
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