Surging
Tide
smouldering moon
closer now
the oystercatcher' s call
/j
driftwood burning—
wind carries smoke on the coast /h
surging tide—
Orion glides over
frost-struck sands
/j
hunting dogs
chase a rabbit in the dunes—
pawprints lost at sea
/h
faded gorse flowers—
the kestrel's flickering wings
/j
at every turn
the wind finds me—
autumn leaves
/h
October 2007