
A spring squall of hail
drives down on the dark hill, whilst
sunshine lights the dale
Copyright Francis 2021

A spring squall of hail
drives down on the dark hill, whilst
sunshine lights the dale
Copyright Francis 2021

Flat line of the sea,
firm footing on the shore — breath
of wind on my face
Copyright Francis 2021

Winds batter the shore;
gulls, ever my companions.
Sand between my toes
Copyright Francis 2021

The wind blows a gale;
I must fetch a sweeping brush.
Fresh air in the room
Copyright Francis 2021