Sparkling white sunlight
on wavelets in the cove, cooled
by early spring sea.
Air warms in sunlit patches
sheltered from the salty breeze, coloured
by the first flowers of spring.
The colourful warm,
intoxicating flood of
summer on the way.
Winter leaves a land
of still anticipation,
bathed in orange light.
Biscuits, coffee, nestled in
his ship – a cutter perched on rusty
barrels, small before the sun.
A nearby nest of lanes – the garden
done, she heads to yellow flames, as coldness comes,
and cuts, and the colours merge to grey.
And as they sink within the
night, I think of them, the single house,
the trees and whispering sea.
When I return, the
smiles will be warm, and I will
find a part of me.
I love our garden
wall, glowing warm in evenings,
sheltered from the wind.
I hope new walls are also
adorned with wisteria flowers,
honeysuckle and jasmine.
With sunny arches
filled with the laughter of friends,
as bees wonder round.