Tenby, winter 2016, Canon, ©Sylvie G
first published in August 2015, revised in August 2017
And the waves, what waves !
and the grey seagulls,
in the dying light
of a surprising season
And the waves, what waves !
and the grey seagulls,
and the surging froth
Even the waiter got out
to see the tide
that soon would wipe
the words of love
written in the afternoon sand,
before subsiding,
exhausted
A superb metaphor
thank you Derrick !