river swan
rippling the white edge
of a cloud
an ache
in the shoulders the weight
of grey clouds
in the long grass
a football
barnacled with snail shells
rapt in spider thread my autumn face
one white butterfly -
and with it goes
my train of thought
sun dazzle
is she calling
or singing
Welcominig Mark Holloway …
These are selections from August 5th
to September 18th 2009
on his blog, Beachcombing for the Landlocked
arranged by me.
