|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)