of seeding grasses
purple-mists the marshes
where sea touches shingle
with a salty, osculating tingle.
Flagrantly expansive August sky –
empty of birds but clouds sail by –
breathes sun-warmed rusty seaweed,
samphire and yellow agrimony,
and then blows harder in an attempt to float
a sea-loving, pebble-beached boat.
Kim M. Russell, 2017