Trinité sur Mer


Burnished gold dawned through

morning mist as soft still curtain

of deep sleep opened to hopes

for Sunday –


spectacularly spun cobwebs

and autumnal dew in intimate

relationship within and without

the river


the sea a rolling green-blue

with wide yellow stretch of

clean sand hosting hundreds of

oyster shells


and us too replete with simple

picnic lunch and the stretched

delight of cyclists set out to

breathe deep


and contemplate the hours

slow before evening celebration

avec bombarde et orgue