Sunday, November 3, 2013

lines in the sand ...

light reveals a virgin beach
in our morning walk.  the receding tide left
new sand, free of footprints.
ever so lightly we
step, and a pattern appears.

images of the ebb and flow of
night waters.

thin lines, like water's footprints,
have left a memory in the sand.
echos of the tide.

small prints, evenly spaced
appear in the sand before us. the
night prowl of a stray cat
dancing along the shore.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for taking me walking with you this morning.