Daily Archives: May 6, 2018



Sunday 6th May


Crawling up from the sea

Slow, grey fingers of mist

Now shrouding the beach

All day long, did persist


Sneaking through the trees

The nebulous, wispy veil

Excluding the sun’s warmth

Picnic plans must curtail


Thinking of you

Precious Angel son


The harbour is down there somewhere

Mist billowing through the trees

Devoid of colour