Riversdale Beach
From the Book of Seven Syllables
autumn storm
surfing with debris
I drain my latte 520
sand dunes
the last terns pass
in epsilon 521
beach sun
nails crescent
the deck 522
paua shell
no footprint
on the sand 523
Riversdale beach
summer breezes hide
in the tussock 524
bach doors
open to the breeze
the tide rises 525
rows of waves
quad bike takes mum
to the shop 526
swirling tide
knee deep
in summer 527
April 2017
© Steven Clarkson 2017
From the Book of Seven Syllables
autumn storm
surfing with debris
I drain my latte 520
sand dunes
the last terns pass
in epsilon 521
beach sun
nails crescent
the deck 522
paua shell
no footprint
on the sand 523
Riversdale beach
summer breezes hide
in the tussock 524
bach doors
open to the breeze
the tide rises 525
rows of waves
quad bike takes mum
to the shop 526
swirling tide
knee deep
in summer 527
April 2017
© Steven Clarkson 2017