The smell of summer mud drifts in from the Estuary, invites itself into the village, wearing flowers for a crown. It proclaims June and beetles free themselves from my winter sleeves. And the bees, living in the chimney, bow and buzz in the ecstasy of the mud’s arrival; the tide singing along to … Continue reading I am June
My palm blossoms forth, fingers stretching toward the sun reaching for the empty space beside me, reaching out for you; reaching out for your copper warmth skin wrapped in twilight in a cold Winter's night kiss, your eyes a molten blue. I curl inward, around cotton memory aching for your return, idyllic Summer … Continue reading Summer Rain
And then, she smiled and there was something strange in the way my skin trembled in the heat of her gaze, like an everlasting summer. ________________________ WP #11: happy Link your response to this prompt, below. Image credit.
As I arrive, only gulls screech Circling abandoned sands Hopelessly hoping For a small hand with bread Their screeching falls On a sheet of silence Eerie and later golden Rocks basking in grey Or sunlight, rain or thunder Saved from the soles Of last year's shoes Or a picnic hamper Littered with litter Debris and … Continue reading School in the Holidays