Collecting seashells,Walking the lonely beach,Feet in sand and surf.
Lost at Sea Do you remember, Walking, fingers intertwined? Oh, how you loved me. I’m missing you now, Miles away from anywhere, Wishing you were near. Drifting,… Read more “Haiku Sunday (66-68)”
No matter where I go or what I do, the sight of the sea is “grounding” for me. It’s akin to looking at the moon from anywhere… Read more “The Sea”
The Angry Sea The black, angry sea, beat the dark sandy beaches, belching empty shells.