Over the pink and orange sea-wall
dark clouds fracture, so
rain and sun argue, then unexpectedly
make up, come out together smiling,
warm and wet on the skin at once.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
1 comment:
You've painted another lovely image with words, Lucy. Brings up pleasant memories.
:)
Post a Comment