Wandsworth Morning Low Ebbs

There are many low ebbs

Starting from the sea

Crawling up the River Thames

To drain the waters away till they become a mirror lake

And above in the sky with early morning chilled fogs

Last but not least there are the low ebbs in our soul

When life comes to a standstill leaving us like beached whales

Rekindle the fires in your hollowed body through your eyes

Beauty is everywhere waiting for you to see…

Photo Hugh Ardoin

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