Monday, 11 March 2013

coral beach

walking down through lush
clover,
red and white,
tiny butterflies rise around us
in unison
we reach the beach
salt spray fills the air 
white sand of shell
and coral
crunches
and we stare at the infinite horizon
breathless with the beauty
washed pure in our own thoughts.

Kay Davies 2013 

This is about a beautiful beach on the Isle Of Skye that I visited many years ago but the smell of the sea, clover and that gorgeous white sand remain with me.

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Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall 



10 comments:

  1. Wonderful. Evokes the sea for me; that's for sure.

    =)

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  2. Gosh, this is gorgeous. I love it! Just beautiful, wistful, makes me wish I were there. ~indie

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  3. Coastlines carve wonderful imagery - forever in our thoughts.

    Anna :o]

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  4. Must have seen Michael, the red and white , what a stroke of luck !

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  5. The beauty of a fresh beach is just as you describe. I could also loose myself in your header photo!

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  6. Hello Kay, wonderful words! Gorgeous looking beach. I have never been to the Shetland islands, but fancy it. Love Linda x

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  7. i was on skye so many many years ago kay and reading this i'm drawn to want to go back again . . .thankyou . . .! steven

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  8. Especially enjoyed this fragrant walk to the sea...

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  9. Perfectly captured - the essence of a moment - in senses and memory.

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