we fall

Season

I am the season cut, cut, cutting - I am a dawn.

I am the season, cut, cut, cutting … I am the lamb 

drawn

I am the season, cut, cut cutting

No more come dawn.

Season

spring ...

The light comes pure through fresh-salted sky.

Two figures dance, enchanted, across the wind-whipped, sand-strand beach. They seek out private places - youthful tenderness conceals their innocent but hungry naivety.

I am boy. A rock pool, warm and welcoming. I call to you.

I am girl.  I am soft seaweed, flowing through channels of spume.

Two sets of footsteps alone and entwined in the sand.

summer ...

Hot shards of light fall from the full-day sun  Come watch the curious dance. The steps still entwined embrace a new pattern between. Another set of steps, then another, then another.

They dart, this way and that, chasing in and out of the sandbanks.

I am man.  A rock pool, hard and black.  I crawl to you.

I am woman.  Barnacled.

Five paths, criss-crossed and labyrinthine mesmerising.

autumn ...

The sky is lowing gold, sinking deep to the waves and here two sets of footsteps stand for a moment frozen in contemplation of the shoreline.

But one set returns ....

winter

I am the wave.  I wash all the footsteps away .. in love.