Friday, 11 December 2009

THREE ESTUARIAL HAIKU

Seagulls mourn the day.
The winter light drains away,
so too tide and time.

Lovelorn curlews call.
So sad is the rise and fall
the fish weep salt tears.

Had I wings I might
flap off into this good night
with the silly ducks.

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