Love blows cold, love blows hot, and every temperature in between. Love gets caught in head winds and struggles to make way to safe harbour …
AN OLD SONG
river runs under wind
takes sand to the sea
wind blows over river
lifts foam from the wave
silt moves through water
under my hand to the sea
I cross the river
against the wind
to the place where hands meet
and lips touch underwater
first published in Blue Skies Poetry