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
A wilderness of sky flickers with sea birds
passing through parchment clouds.
Winters illusions wind worn yet unmoved.
Photo by Heart
Thank you John!
You are very graciously welcome oh lovely Holly!!!
Thank you dearest John.
You are very graciously welcome lovely Holly!!!