I sit along the sunny sea
The waves
… kiss my toes.
I close my eyes
I giggle
Picking petals from a rose.
The scent
… of salty breezes;
A buoy sounds it’s bell.
Seashells tumble…;
Brother plays…
Sherman takes the hill.
Nana and Poppy are flying
Kite-tails…
Dance towards the sun.
The gulls hover free
Over the sea…
And, the sandpipers are on the run.
The summer’s cottage;
The stony walls
The rose garden blooms near the sea;
Remnants sewn
... in little satchels;
..., sea-salt and rose, potpourri.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
I sit along the sunny sea
The waves
… kiss my toes.
I close my eyes
I giggle
Picking petals from a rose.
The scent
… of salty breezes;
A buoy sounds it’s bell.
Seashells tumble…;
Brother plays…
Sherman takes the hill.
Nana and Poppy are flying
Kite-tails…
Dance towards the sun.
The gulls hover free
Over the sea…
And, the sandpipers are on the run.
The summer’s cottage;
The stony walls
The rose garden blooms near the sea;
Remnants sewn
... in little satchels;
..., sea-salt and rose, potpourri.
