End of Book By Anne Beresford

While we’re waiting
let’s open the champagne
and remember summer is not over yet

This time of evening
makes me sad
and I long for home

How still it is
but the fisherman’s wife
said the sea was ‘choppy’ out there from the shore

Let’s not waste these last hours
talking of our past
or speculating on imaginary futures

We’re together, I hear your breath,
hold me close
leave the final sentence to the earth