Dark Island
Tide recedes
Tide recedes
Amber glow
Inner light
So long as I hold the one
Let the other be revealed
Tag: Pacific Rim National Park
Rolling onto Shore
The swells roll in
An ever presence
Like you my friend
Always there to come to me
Even when I turn away
An ever presence
Like you my friend
Always there to come to me
Even when I turn away
Perhaps I am your shore
The solid ground
You’ll always find
Always there to welcome you
Even if I’ve turned away
Playful
She came dressed
Playfully
For the rain
Playfully
For the rain
But the rain
Didn’t come
Just as well
She thought
Letting the surf
Wash high up
Her pretty
Yellow
Boots
Born of the Tempest
Some things
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun
Are not meant to be seen
Under a blue sky
In the full glare of the sun
Some things
Were born of the tempest
And their beauty lies
In the storm
Solemn Wonders
I share the long, shallow beach
With a few dozen souls
All of a demeanor
In their slow meander
Up and down the shoreline
With a few dozen souls
All of a demeanor
In their slow meander
Up and down the shoreline
Hands pocketed
Shoulders hunched
Voices hushed
They’re a beautiful sight
These denizens of stormy weather
There’s a strength
In their solemn wonder
Here where nature runs her course
Indifferent to the human presence
While the humans revel quietly
In hers
Island of the Tides
The tide
High
And I
Am an Island
High
And I
Am an Island
Isolated
And alone
But tides turn
And so do I
So soon
The sea
Reveals
The sand
And I
Am one
With the
World
Again
Contemplation ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #160
I often stop
And wonder
At what others stop
And wonder
And wonder
At what others stop
And wonder
And I wonder
Need I say more?
Or is there more
To say?
I could ask
What might she say?
Caught in the moment
Mind gone astray
That moment is hers
Not mine to know
Nor is it yours
Not part of the show
Sunny Delight
On a grey gloomy day
Spattering rain and mist
The sun rose
On the westerly horizon
Spattering rain and mist
The sun rose
On the westerly horizon
In the form
Of a bright yellow slicker
With matching wellies
Animated
By a girlish delight
In the roiling sea
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