the day was a continuing disarray
of new-season-blue and ponderous grey-
- but no rain fell…
of new-season-blue and ponderous grey-
- but no rain fell…
the briny beach-breeze
that greeted me
was refreshing and playful…
the out-going tide
tumbled wave -over- foam…
that greeted me
was refreshing and playful…
the out-going tide
tumbled wave -over- foam…
Sunday walkers strolled
with Sunday sluggishness
dragging weekend footsteps
along the sand…
… in no hurry
to reach Monday hovering on the next sunrise…
with Sunday sluggishness
dragging weekend footsteps
along the sand…
… in no hurry
to reach Monday hovering on the next sunrise…
dogs galloped along the water’s edge
seeming so carefree…
…or had they simply perfected
living in the moment
caring not for Monday ‘til Monday came…
seeming so carefree…
…or had they simply perfected
living in the moment
caring not for Monday ‘til Monday came…
a melting melancholy rippled across my soul-
- as families squeezed one moment from their day
… laughter rose and fell with the ebb & swell
of the tugging breeze
as it sang
a song of the sea….
- as families squeezed one moment from their day
… laughter rose and fell with the ebb & swell
of the tugging breeze
as it sang
a song of the sea….
looking back a single set of footprints
gave witness to my passage through time
too soon washed away
by the receding tide…
but I smiled
for they had been there
those footsteps of mine
they had followed my path
and symbolised
- my ‘living-in-the-moment –time’
gave witness to my passage through time
too soon washed away
by the receding tide…
but I smiled
for they had been there
those footsteps of mine
they had followed my path
and symbolised
- my ‘living-in-the-moment –time’
Sharonlee©11-Mar-12
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