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
Wonderful. Evokes the sea for me; that's for sure.
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Gosh, this is gorgeous. I love it! Just beautiful, wistful, makes me wish I were there. ~indie
ReplyDeleteCoastlines carve wonderful imagery - forever in our thoughts.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Must have seen Michael, the red and white , what a stroke of luck !
ReplyDeleteThe beauty of a fresh beach is just as you describe. I could also loose myself in your header photo!
ReplyDeleteHello Kay, wonderful words! Gorgeous looking beach. I have never been to the Shetland islands, but fancy it. Love Linda x
ReplyDeletei was on skye so many many years ago kay and reading this i'm drawn to want to go back again . . .thankyou . . .! steven
ReplyDeleteEspecially enjoyed this fragrant walk to the sea...
ReplyDeletePerfectly captured - the essence of a moment - in senses and memory.
ReplyDeletereally beautiful
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