
ethereal mist
envelops the highway;
which way is west ?
Colin Myles

ethereal mist
envelops the highway;
which way is west ?
Colin Myles

sea haze lifts slowly
centimetre at a time;
unveiling the bay
Colin Myles

a murder of crows
the clattering of jackdaws;
greets me this morning
Colin Myles

grey sea mist rising
slowly off the sleeping bay;
pocket of sunlight
Colin Myles

a pink rose quivers
in the blustery west wind;
coffee almost brewed
Colin Myles

down by marina
reeds rustle clouds break apart;
music from somewhere
Colin Myles

pull up the red blind
measure out the coffee beans;
morning ritual
Colin Myles

in green glass bottle
flower cutting from garden;
forgot it's name now
Colin Myles

walking through damp leaves
soft shuffling scuffing echoes;
down the dank lane way
Colin Myles