• jandrasean 22w

    I rise before the first tendrils of light tickle the horizon, feet wandering through rippling waves, the pull of a retreating tide, breeze distracting my thoughts as l wade through the shallows, tinges of bronze and apricot rise in ribbons, dancing in and out of winter storm clouds, gulls glide in, riding unseen currents, the wall, a man made jumble of rock, concrete and brick, boarders land, skirted in a jumble of decaying weed, fishermans lost ropes and floats, songs echoe the corridors of memory, moments blessed by emptiness, unfocused, being nature silhouetted in the dawn.

    - s.j.duncan -