Dune
...Ever moving
The migration by wind and water
As the sands shift with time
Changing the face
The feel
The look.
As sea laps, wind blows
Longshore drift
Collect
Deposit
Ever moving sands
Pass...
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Categories:
dieback, beach, sea,
Form: Free verse
First of November
...The clocks have gone back
and all is still. The trees are molten gold.
The garden’s dieback mode infectious,
the air is damp and cold.
No texture to the sky,
its sullen grey devoid of shapes
o...
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Categories:
dieback, autumn, weather,
Form: Rhyme
First of November
...The clocks have gone back
And all is still. The trees are molten gold.
The garden's dieback
Mode infectious, the air is damp and cold.
No texture to the sky,
Its sullen grey devoid of shapes
O...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
dieback, november,
Form: Rhyme