Sweet Murmur
Your voice is just
the murmur
of the wide windy moon
after the storm passes over,
love is just sweet murmur
grinding grit and gravel
as the tide rolls in too soon,
salt over sweet murmur
of the far windy moon
~January 2017
for Brendan at real toads
Image: Moonrise, Beaumaris © Clarice Beckett