the breath of all my summers
tousled as drowsy sprites
ushers me down the path
familiar in all it’s secrets
the crisp moss coated pines
squat bent and close
harmonising light and air
that hold their bewitching lines
and guide my naked satiny steps
through salt gorged grasses
that bow their heads to
the wide zephyred brilliance
barreling her curls of teal
and fraying her edges on
the undiminished rocks for me
paulhp poetry 