
me back from a seaswim
basking in the afterglow, golden
crisp curling collecting joy

me back from a seaswim
basking in the afterglow, golden
crisp curling collecting joy

on the turn, mixed pickings,
still some sweet juice to be had,
to stain fingers and tongues

i know in my body
when i’ve reached the point of ease, of relaxation, of joy
my eyes rise skywards, and i take in the clouds,
the breathing is deeper
the moving is slower
the feeling is bright

picking my way through the gravel and stones, downwards,
making progress, slow and with care,
thank you, i would have missed their passing, across the path ahead
one stopped, unperturbed, still and erect, checking me out
checking them out

a burst of autumnal rusts and reds
a westerly-north wind, evening coming on
a warm meal in my belly
be in the moment, absorb it.

Unto the deep, the deepness of calling
stepping out as a battered sojourner,
into the beauty and stillness of autumn,
strength comes from struggle and speaking the uncomfortable.
Anger but also grace in the refusal.

the beauty of autumn is scars
and well -worn wounds,
a weathering soul and willing heart

raindrops on petals
a delicate caress is
felt within the soul

a golden morning
tide rolling in with white curls
toes curl into cold