whitecaps—
again today the sea
mirrors my mood
Lyn Reeves
the last spoonful
of marmalade you made
bittersweet
Lyn Reeves
lovers hold hands
on the windswept beach
I hug my dog
Lyn Reeves
homing shearwaters—
the evening sky grows dark
with wings
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labyrinth . . .
finding the centre
within myself
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drumming rain . . .
the copper kettle
begins to sing
Lyn Reeves
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