Devon

Rape-seed inhaled with every 
inward breath,
Gold dust radiates telling of 
springtime’s untimely death,
Branches twist in the suns 
silhouette,
Perfectly framed in the blazing 
nectarine sunset.
 
A pastoral turquoise and teal 
cloak 
Disturbed as foals escapade, 
racing for the shore. 
Radiant sea diamonds 
encrusted in their eyes. 
Eventually disintegrating into 
the sand to be no more.  

The razor blade edges, 
caressed by the ebb of the 
ocean. 
Gods watchers dance in the 
amethyst night.
Ships glide the tepid waters of 
summer
- guided by a beaming ray of 
light.

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