Minster Poem by James Tipp

The year recedes draws to a close, draws down a pastel pallet
The sea an iron blue the sky daubed with dark and light cloud
Drifting over a pebbled beach of grey and beige sand, silky wet.
The air is chilled the sun a presence seen rather than felt, winter
The quiet walk, brings freshness to the inner soul, light and laughter
We wait with exception for all that is to come, with hope for our future.

(c) J Tipp Minster Dec 29 2014.