Saturday, 14 September 2013

Reciprocal


The sun casts her hair out for the sky
Where beneath the beach lies waiting for the waves
And the berries on the tree give ground their time
Each offering a glistening arm and ruddy face.
A warm elixir of pure sound
Is shared by flock, and group, and heard
Though I lie here in a distant town
And offer you my thoughts, my words.