spring morning . . .
our faces
open to the sun
Jo McInerney
breathless dawn
distant breakers drown
the highway’s roar
Julia Wakefield
summer’s end
empty beach
ours once more
Julia Wakefield
summer evening
toddlers in sun hats
rake in the last rays
Julia Wakefield
hawk on a fence
landscape freezes
in its stare
Julia Wakefield
the clouds part
a flock of shadows
skims over my feet
Julia Wakefield
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