June perfection
with you on cliff tops
and the sea-
feeding manic parents
the last traunch of the day.
Diving
Swooping
Soaring
Crying
Purbeck rocks
and crashing seas-
a perfect evening
for you and me.
And woodland birds
the gnat and worm
pursue in greeny woods,
so many melodies
in birdland heaven
with you ‘a-twich’
laid out on rocks
like a french resistance lookout
‘into it’
sun enhancing your hair
aflame
and me realising
I love you more than birds can say.
colin.phillimore@ntlworld.com
7 June 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You turn a lovely phrase 'I love you more than birds can say' certainly poetic and entirely new to me. Thanks.