Poetry

The Bay

By 1st January 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

Mist,
in from the sea.
Rain,
on the hills and
the mountains.

Death,
in the valleys.
Echoing screams of birds.

Wind rushingthrough the sound.
Ripples,on the waters.
Spray, on their wings.

Talons,
touch and strike.

Flicking, like a salmon’s tail.
The specks fly.
While rainbows arch.

Glistening, like the shedding
of scales.
Then silence,
as they turn for home

James Love

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