White paint
peeling
off boards
that hold back
cruel winds.
The steeple reaches
for greying skies,
tempting me toward
steps I cannot climb.
Will not climb.
Steps , away
from the Sea.
Poetry in pictures and words
White paint
peeling
off boards
that hold back
cruel winds.
The steeple reaches
for greying skies,
tempting me toward
steps I cannot climb.
Will not climb.
Steps , away
from the Sea.