Descends on the world
On my spirit
So I begin
The time of
Renewal
So I begin
The time of
Renewal
Our bombs
Our industry
Our pillaging
She will adapt
She will survive
She will flourish
The sky breaks through
Promising a better day
Tomorrow
With the dreams
I only allow myself
At night
Curled safely
In my own bed
While the light
Clings to them all
Clings to me
Clings to my mind
Clings to my heart
I captured several dozen images from Chesterman Beach, and they have proven a great source of inspiration for poems and stories, a series from which I share five examples here
Then the wave comes
And I wonder anew
At the interplay of moving water and sand
The rivulets and eddies and smaller waves
Each wave believing
It will roll on forever