Friday, 7 August 2009

Hill above Hénon, afternoon.

Honeysuckle swathes ripening blackberries, the distant sea is a blue band, from which the wind blows thin through the purple cotton of my shirt. Down the hill, a donkey brays.


Crafty Green Poet said...

oh what lovely description...

The Crow said...

...makes me think of haiku, in that it captures so much in so few words.

Beautiful imagery, Lucy.