Sunday, 28 July 2013

Coffee On The Rocks


The rain comes from that fabulous sky, from those broad beamed cloud-stacks; raindrops like pouts, cover the sighing earth in wet prints.
Bordering on stormy, we note, and retrieve the garden chairs from a short wind powered journey.
The waves may be lively… why, it's been a whole day since last we were on a beach.
A plan is not quite made, it only unfolds.
Espresso pot babbles: we can't find the lid for the pink flask. The silver thermos will do.
Who needs a table when there's a flat rock waiting?



2 comments:

  1. I saw a chess board on a flat rock table between two rock chairs in Santa Fe yesterday. A bit more contrived than the natural outcropping you describe but it had the same spirit.

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  2. I would like that table and chairs :-)

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