Starting today:
I step into the sea on a grey New Year’s Day. As I collide with a small wave the spray comes up to greet me, my lips taste salt and hope.
A small green leaf discarded by its tree holds seven perfect raindrops; the morning light transforms them into jewels.
The heavy metal ball lands with a thud on the crunchy shells of the petanque court. My first attempt is not very close to the jack. Not very close at all.
These are lovely. You should submit them to Handful of Stones :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Rachel - I think I might do that :-)
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