scour

north wind scours the beaches
where our dry breath rattles
against the waves

yesterday
left a dream
no-one would remember

today shivers its last
in the dying light
of evening

tomorrow
will be fronts of rain
and wind-shredded cloud

only in this moment
is there landscape
we can abide

©BH, 2026

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Working on some short pieces for illustration, this was one that came from my ‘hollow as sorrow’ line and then went on to do it’s own thing without it.

I guess it’s about living in the moment but that may not be it at all. Or else, it just ended up looking like that…

I can no longer tell.