~ The House at Restronguet Creek ~
Tide slips away in stealthy retreat,
unveiling new world:
deep channels scored through time.
Curlews call: mournful, beautiful;
haunting cries filling the air,
echoes traversing the hollowed river,
lingering among secretive foliage
hugging naked banks.
While her waters mingle with the sea,
lively and wide,
this restful creek reveals
the lonely beauty of
her private face.
Words and image © Joanna Gawn