Thursday, January 13, 2011

13.


Eyes squint shut against bitter windy glare,
a chill iodiferous swell
tells my nose where I am.

January beach stones
Literally.

Small ones floating on quartz sand
enlaced in ice-sand.

Big ones not yet polished round
enfilmed by crystal sea-foam.



2 comments:

Sam Pennington said...

Very beautiful poetry, and wonderful pictures, I enjoyed having a look round!

Sam x

Spongebelly said...

Thanks, Sam. I'm enjoying this month, too.