Across
the bracken hills
on a early Spring noon.
I climb the narrow trail
high above the railway line.
Deep below,
between rock and sea
pebble coves
curve the coastline.
Waves gentle in,
splay and recede.
Wispy clouds
link and separate,
and a Spring sun
circles the sea,
shimmering it
silver.
Beautiful imagination...and lovely poem
ReplyDeleteThank you Valli, I must visit you very soon:)) I have so much to update here, it is a full-time job!! Hope you are well:)) Maire x
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