Sunday, 2 March 2014


Copyright: Janet Cameron


I like the sound
when soft winds play pizzicato on wing feathers
of swans in flight.

I like the songs
of sunset when starlings audition
for Aerial Idol.


I like the sight
of sanderlings prospecting in the shallows
like grouchy old men.

I like the fresh smell
of a new day,- the taste of sea spray
on my lips

and of you on my tongue.

(Janet Cameron, from Acumen No. 51, January, 2005)

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