the deserted beach surrenders to the steady fall of rain

trails of footprints - human (bare and shod) and all shapes of bird
create a map of morning traffic on the hard white sand

sparkling blue water meets long white beach as far as the eye can see
a seagull swoops low over the waves

two long legged variable oystercatchers scuttle along at the edge of the waves
then stop and dig their long red beaks into the soft wet sand

a long caterpillar of cars inches slowly south towards the city
we fly north along the free and open road
our holiday just beginning

the green green grass is spongy beneath my feet
the sky is blue above me

as I allow the flavours of leftover Christmas pudding to dance in my mouth
I ponder on my 'word' for 2012:
savour