Wednesday, 07:21, Lyon (writing on Brighton)
The valley of streets open out to the coastline
Grey curtains closing the sky
Brightness reverberates between sea and air
Deep teal-turquoise waves wash the beach
The underside of clouds nesting ripples
Like sand left behind a tide
Pebble-blue, pebble-green waves
A stone sky holding a mirror to the sea
Reflecting, rebounding, scattering
Brightness revealing a lightness in my soul
That was always there, dormant as the winter
Like the season, holding me tightly