by poetrydiary

My love is like a river
searching always for the sea:
a cascade in the mountains,
and meander in the plains.
I long for days of ripples,
and undulating shade;
a splash and laughter,
the unrelenting, gentle flow;
warm towels and sunshine,
and afterwards, just you.


I had to decide today whether I should keep (and pay for!) the wetsuit I hired this year to do a triathalon. It was not too hard a decision – swimming outdoors in nature is wonderful (and maybe the wetsuit is for wimps (or just for racing) but this is England, and I am still a beginner).