my path to the sea

the breath of all my summers
touselled 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

barrleing her curls of teal
and fraying her edges on
the undiminished rocks for me

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