Spring IV

....one last poem about Spring

The sun shone today and,
giddy from the lack of it,
we walked along 
Penzance Promenade;
wind in our hair,
hope on our tongues,
open
like ill-advised bleeding hearts,
the night before a frost.

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The Tideline

This is the fourth part of a poem in four parts that I wrote on the theme of Spring for MMTR’s CTLG about a morning spent with a friend in Penzance, Cornwall.

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