a silver shilling
fallen on the shore
Five Mile Beach in a sepia spring. Vast and still and empty, an outstretched world of sand and sea and dunes. Lost in wonder hand in hand we walk the margin of our lives.
drawn by an unseen moon
across the ribs of sand
A far off couple --time enough to weave them in the spell. Young lovers in this morning of the world ? But here they come, looking through us ancient ghosts, unseeing they pass by.
she frowning in the void
Let sea, sand and sky reclaim us, splashing through the shallows of our final years.