Indelible Echoes

Indelible Echoes

A harbour breeze,

a mountain spring,

rain and the smell of heather,

a hazel copse,

freshly cut turf,

crickets in the thatch,

sizzling mackerel

laughing spuds

and periwinkles,

sand in your toes

and the salty brine

of seaweed,

memories of sight,

sound and smell,

indelible echoes