A summer’s day in March
with the sound of the sea, lapping.
Seagulls dipping, then soaring, high
and eating ice cream with the two people I love most.
Then, underneath a clear blue sky
we travelled home, us three.
To the right, the sun, slowly sinking
its colour, changing, from yellow-gold to vermilion.
Writing, learning and connecting with March prompt-a-day over at write alm; today’s is ‘underneath’.