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Who would have thought that such colour
would grace the cliffs at Hoelfhalveys
not white
but of steel left year ‘round in the yard
leaves left to rust
to mulch in March
I could never have imagined rivules of scree
like the veins of a leaf in autumn
of no particular tree
zinc and iron ochre and copper
tracing contours
of isolation
Wonderful
Northernmost postcard arrived and we return our love…
Hi Bob and Anne – Beautiful poem Bob, and your video last night at the Enviro Defence re-branding was fabulous… so well received. It really helped bring the whole message of the event full circle. Please say hi to David, Beth and Iris from the T dot as well.
amazing!!!
love you and thinking constant
Thinking about you and this spectacular adventure…can’t wait to hear all your stories. xo