Showing posts with label snailshells. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snailshells. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 17

Beloved Poem


Sheila Glen Bishop





And I've remembered always
Snailshells and butterflies
We trod between the seed pearl bubbles
Clinging to our hands
So cold, so beautifully cold
And white, so white the sand.


Photo taken on a Donegal beach.