midwinter
surfer
he
ran across the grass
his
colours white and green
sun
bleached hair straggling
on
the wetsuit in the rain
he
climbed across the rocks
slipping
on the weed
splashing
through the surf
midwinter
on the beach
this
lonesome surfer floated
while
waiting for the wave
it
had to be a good one
he'd
surf it bold and brave
10 comments:
Another perfect picture. I'm freezing!
Mitch Block: So was I watching him and I was well wrapped up in coat scarf etc
Just managing to get back online and catching up with my comments (thankyou:-) and your poems. A chilly vision indeed this one, and I liked the sound of your book group too. Happy Christmas and a wishful of words for your new year.
Made me feel chilly too...
How do they do it?
Lady M.:Does this mean you are back in NZ? Have a good Christmas with your daughter and I am sure it will be a lovely one together. I am so glad that you read my poetry as this is something new to me as I started my blog with my poetry writing and I am enjoying it all. Glad to have met you. X
CherryPie: I imagine they do it because they are young and keen!
He obviously doesn't feel the cold. I want him to come another day, because this delightful poem needs another chapter.
Doris: So glad you like the poem. I am amazed at how there is always a surfer in the sea at any time of year no matter what the temp is.
very vivid! Sounds very cold!
Crafty Green Poet; It was!This is why surfers always impress me at this time of the year.
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