the wind picks up
beneath dark clouds
the sea takes on
the colour of petrol
and now the rain
each day this week
summer has turned
against itself, as if it has
forgotten its own name
beneath dark clouds
the sea takes on
the colour of petrol
and now the rain
each day this week
summer has turned
against itself, as if it has
forgotten its own name
Lovely! I like the unexpected. :)
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful! It has forgotten its name here in the mts of CO, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping in, Rosemary and Barb... I'm hoping that today summer has remembered herself... we have guests at the weekend and they won't be impressed with amnesia : )
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