Friday, 14 September 2012

Postcard from Les Landes

Golden fields and purple heather,

Sun-dappled ferns of acid green.


Sandy paths through scented pines,






A cicada's song and salty skin.

Cool waters, crashing waves,






Hot sand and long days.





Languid lakes and sluggish streams,




A summer breeze and turquoise sea.





A birthday smile, a summer sun,





A festive flag, gold medals won.




Summer hues and summer scents,






Open window, surf boards for rent.








A catalogue of sunlit days,








Of fun with friends and summer haze.






The quiet of an afternoon, of candlelight and silver moon.










A full glass, an empty head,

Family meals and things unsaid.





A time to laugh, a time to sigh,

At memories of days gone by.






Long shadows and a setting sun

on a time where Time no longer grips.







.
When hours and minutes simply drift,








like clouds through skies to far away...

....The essence of a holiday.





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