At Holyrood the winter hangs suspended.
Juncos stitching scallops across the sky.
Ponds glistening in white winter coats
Lying hard and low on the crouching water,
Waiting for the skeech and shuss of skates.
Speeding along the boardwalk, the dog and I
Pause and listen to the pounding of the surf
Roaring at the chattering of the beach stones,
Falling back, helpless, frothing at the mouth.
Beautiful, WWW!
ReplyDeleteI love the sound of surf - miss it now!
Lupins always remind me of my mum's garden! I love the last line, "Frothing at the mouth!" I'm never happier than when I'm walking on a beach---anywhere.
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Lovely my friend.
I could feel the cool air in my lungs as I walked along with you. Wonderful word picture.
ReplyDeleteThat was lovely Wise! Thanks
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miss the sound of the ocean...
That's lovely - I can hear the waves in my mind.
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