Sixpenny Skies

High above sixpenny skies clouds have turned to silver

Drifting above the misty bluest evening distance

Awaiting fields of stars complete to bright and sparkle

Fire dancing over the spirit green broken glass sea below

The racing tide brings a cooling edge to the close of day

A pair of cormorants bullet over the shallows into the west

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