Sun Worshippers
The soft throaty purr
Of a returning plane
Bringing back memories
Of sun dappled waves
Washing sun drenched sand
Where bodies bronze
On a rainbow beach.
Those warm evenings
when the rich red rioja
Lends a luscious lustre
To the spicy tapas.
How commanding
etched in sharp shadow
Are the towering churches
Promising a cool retreat
Within,safe from the relentless
Baking heat of flagstones
On fire.
Captured on camera
And soon to be lost
In dusty albums
Or forgotten on Facebook
Next year the caravanserai
Will begin again
The pilgrimage to the sun.
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2014
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