Sunday
The trees hunker
down
into a deep-kneed
squat
against the
bluster and breach
of the onshore
wind.
No holiday-makers
today,
just locals out
for exercise
and families
running
young kids into
the ground,
like us. Rain whipping
our faces with
such bite,
my son keeps
shouting:
It’s hail, it’s hail!
Brush-turkeys
scavenge without
much luck, it’s that kind of day.
much luck, it’s that kind of day.
Love the 'deep-kneed squat' of the trees here.
ReplyDeleteI can see it like I was there.
ReplyDeleteSo compact, like trying to keep warm out in that wind!
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