| “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Mary Oliver The sun is out, it’s suitably mild, the daffs are nodding in the breeze… could it possibly be Spring?! I have a little poem for you, from the collection, on this global day of words. Light scuds over bactrian dunes, Wind riffles water, tearing the tops off waves like some invisible giant. Sun. Wind. Rain. Hail. Life flits : a plover on the wing. I sit. Buffeted ; bruised but not broken. Hot sun on my neck. Life is short ; go to the beach x Kate |
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