i.
gulls kiss the clouds
and we walk the beach
afraid of the tide
the sky over
Point Danger sinks
into purple and black
ii.
coming through storm clouds
a butterfly surprises us
a survivor, perched on
a snapped branch
iii.
we drift apart
wet skin and sunscreen
coming through our storm
flightless
oh man, another beauty
i am jealous and so very happy when i read your poetry.
coming through storm clouds
a butterfly surprises us
for me, this is one more of your immortal lines
immortal lines… thank you so much for your words. they too, make me happy.
Ain’t that the way. Lovely emotive poetry Graham – so much in so few words as usual for you.
Thanks Gabe!
beautiful tints and scales.. your words always take me ‘there’ Gorgeous Graham!
A.Joy
Thanks Amanda… glad you were there with me.