weathered wooden planks
monument to days of old
a slow memory
weathered wooden planks
monument to days of old
a slow memory
the sun descending
casting shadows long and vast
on sunnyside’s past
the breeze tastes of salt
relics are its rusted pumps
the mariner’s fill
morning mist hovers
clouds dusted with pastel hues
oh sweet amelia
gentle swaying fronds
rustling secrets of the breeze
palm’s eye on the world
waves crashing the shore
dunes rise and fall with the wind
sand hiding my feet
a beach ball memoir
hot dogs, potato salad
flip flops in the sand
lily pads in bloom
sky and trees amongst the grass
shimmering and blue
the smell of salt air
as the wind blows through my hair
gulf breeze love affair
tiny feet resting
on tree branch without a sound
all-seeing cowbird
calm along the coast
greetings from north florida
happy new year all
true obedience
the ancient flag reminds us
past loss for peace now
sun on rusty trucks
silently recalling those
happy bygone days
awakened by sound
from worm grunting festival
life as fishing bait
by the sea, they land
tiny feet grabbing shore sand
mating season clan
a slow walk across
an unmerciful desert
broken heart journey
early morning blue
sky’s wispy breaths of fresh air
lingers on the pond
possibilities
apple sauce, butter, or pie
five apples waiting
from glacial shore stance
watching a drifting iceberg
float past frozen toes
looking up to view
towering trees with large heads
swaying against blue
listening to lush
wildflower symphonies sing
the sound of crickets