Friday 10 May 2019

Dawn


Dawn


Crashing the breakers on pellucid shingles,
with each circumrotary stroke, one the other kisses
shift you separate collection, buff to gleam sharp edges,
syncopating to soften and rest them on sedges.


Sighing the lusty winds fingers green backward rushes,
flurried nod of feathered head seed bed gushes
drift in clustered parachutes, oblivious to shifting time,
alight and sugar dark forest carpet to harebells’ chime.


Caressing rainwash over greyed reseda copse,
greened the shoots coupling with matted silken drops
thrust saplings ever skywards, through love’s littered
leaves, diseased, warm soaked bitter glittered.


Changing keys ever, and, oh, awaken Lucy, stretch
you, move out hands through wheat, then greet
him, but young, running in dawn’s sunshine
by ancient mossy stones, sipping together life’s time.




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