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.

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When hours and minutes simply drift,

like clouds through skies to far away...

....The essence of a holiday.