sunny garden wall
a robin come to visit
late spring snowflakes fall
sunny garden wall
a robin come to visit
late spring snowflakes fall
a robin red breast
a man breaking the hard soil
a team hunting grubs
a gradual easing
growling traffic crawling by
still holding our breath
today breaks gently
two doves asleep, windless trees,
quiet golden thoughts
a house like a cave
stone walls stone ceilings stone floors
softening sunlight
leaning on a wall
time alone for pensive thought
people passing by
dreaming of days spent
walking amongst the sand dunes
sea grass whispering
a crab in a rock pool
tiny tremulous creatures
await the next tide
dolphins delight us
dive under our bows then leap
sleek bodies, sea spray
retreating tide leaves
a pattern of scattered shells,
sounds of settling sand
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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