For Paul Brookes’ challenge, 30DaysWild.
Painting by Mary Cassat
There are things we never forget
like skies, windy,
with the cutting edge of spring,
and the song, drifting earthwards,
of the skylark,
still light, throbbing with heat
and only half-cool shade,
sunlight sliding like melted butter,
butterflies and bee-buzz,
and the heavy air, salt-sticky,
loud with gulls and the crash of the waves,
the running rippling of outgoing rills,
rolling grains of sifted sand
between bare toes.