monday verse: gulls aloft

Gulls are glanced from the lift of Of cliffing air And left Loitering in the descending drift, Or tilt gradient and go Down steep invisible clefts in the grain Of air, blading against the blow, Back-flip, wisp Over the foam-galled green Building seas from Gulls Aloft by Ted Hughes We came across this couple feeding the … Continue reading monday verse: gulls aloft