• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 06


The sea looks red through tinted lenses,
but the green of the grass is deeper than ever.

The fields fold into the waves,
which are made timid by the cove.

Water is broken by a crescent of rock that arcs to the east,
and watches the sun rise.

The same sun that casts flecks of bright auburn across a peaceful scene.

Nothing to be hounded by gulls,
nothing to disrupt the pastures.

Just a pair of cabbage whites, entwined amongst the cliff faces,
providing jest for coastal breezes.

The tides will decide who comes and who goes,
as you breath a sigh,
looking out from your window.