These wind driven sands erased our

footprints long ago.

Worn paths to secluded coves

are overgrown now with sea oats

and thorny bougainvillea.

Chilly gusts carry me like a fragile bird

beside a vast sheen of sunlit

water, it’s boundless treasures

washed ashore.

A wilderness of sky flickers with sea birds

passing through parchment clouds.

Winters illusions wind worn yet unmoved.

Photo by Heart