The scent of wild fennel
Sweetens the air
There's a breeze
From the sea
Bringing salt and thyme
There's a Buzzard
Mewling on the scrub
And in the wood
A crested Hoopoe
In gaudy pink
and black and white
Rising and falling gently
between the pines
And out across
The silver olive grove
Stretched out in rows
Towards the silver sea.
#CoSopoetry