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.

2 comments:

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.

:)