A friend of mine took this lovely photo, and I created this poem based on her lovely capture of this scene.
The cold bites my face
in this serene space
Waves lapping the shore
demanding no more
than the patience of time
to repeat their tide rhyme.
The sands shift and stir
creating a purr
of soft whispered sound
addressing the ground.
I marvel at how
nature’s palette just now
paints a scene of such hues
of pink yellow blues.
The scene will all change
through nature’s exchange
of day into night,
from dark into light.
Nature.
Exquisite.
Ethereal.
Captured.
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