Winter's Low Sun.
White caps on ocean like thick meringue crystal
coloured when pink broke through cloud cover
while Winter's low sun flooded each gap.
Dusk ran gilt breezes through cliff-top heather,
ruffled white harebells and blushed to russet
the storm-beaten tufts of toughened grass.
Naught hits my ears like eve's dying swan-song,
hearing riled waves crack on granite my eye
catches gull-roost seeking safe passage.
Wind still smacking stone I depart homeward,
sudden spilled gloaming set bleeding Night
sky while twilight draws blinds to relax.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write Fay. We're into the light evenings now - yes?! I'm a bit early, though we've passed the Shortest Day. Let's wisely spend that extra minute or two of daylight extra each day! lol.
Yes nights are slowly getting shorter - thanks for this reminder that Spring is waiting in the wings Orchi.
So atmospheric - great write.
Thank you for your lovely comment on my few lines kind Sir.
I knew good things would come this year Fay. Excellent.
Ex animo, Alan
Ah Alan - - What a generous comment and thanking you kindly.
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