Month: September 2020
Day 1651, my shore.
Day's pictures, PoetryI have many memories
that I stranded
on the islands
before my coast
~
and when the moon
and the winds
play together
their game
~
I remember
what washes
on my shore
Day 1650, driving.
Day's pictures, PoetryThe clouds and mountains
move slowly
~
and the water reflects
my mind
~
before the next turn
I stop
to take a picture
and save this moment
for you
Day 1649, a 1000 choices.
Day's pictures, PoetryDay 1648, turning.
Day's pictures, PoetryA new sunset
colors my sky