The House by the Sea

Winter leaves a land

of still anticipation,

bathed in orange light.

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Biscuits, coffee, nestled in

his ship – a cutter perched on rusty

barrels, small before the sun.

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A nearby nest of lanes – the garden

done, she heads to yellow flames, as coldness comes,

and cuts, and the colours merge to grey.

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And as they sink within the

night, I think of them, the single house,

the trees and whispering sea.

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When I return, the

smiles will be warm, and I will

find a part of me.

Big Triku ‘The Lovely Wall’

I love our garden

wall, glowing warm in evenings,

sheltered from the wind.

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I hope new walls are also

adorned with wisteria flowers,

honeysuckle and jasmine.

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With sunny arches

filled with the laughter of friends,

as bees wonder round.