After dinner we went down to the beach
and walked on wet sand to the black sea.
The sky was the colour of soaked silk,
dense opaque blue beyond the horizon.
We watched the young couple run back
from the water's edge, across the rocks,
to their driftwood fire under the cliff
and then quietly turned back to the village,
fearful of intruding on their happiness.
Soaked silk - beautifully descriptive and so apt.
ReplyDeleteSigh. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful scene! xx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
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