One Sunday while walking to Abbotsbury
© Suzanne Bosworth
Published in The Wessex Journal


walking in clouds
charcoal smudges of crows
creaking slowly through silent, misted air

walking in rain
six horses shining like stones,
straddling, cropping grass,
watching with quiet eyes

walking in sky
clear and sweet as new water
singing for the love of it

a wave -

and she, content to sit while Henry, fitful,
dozes in his driver's seat,
smiles with her eyes
remembering