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A friend of mine took this lovely photo, and I created this poem based on her lovely capture of this scene.

The cold bites my face

in this serene space

Waves lapping the shore

demanding no more

than the patience of time

to repeat their tide rhyme.

The sands shift and stir

creating a purr

of soft whispered sound

addressing the ground.

I marvel at how

nature’s palette just now

paints a scene of such hues

of pink yellow blues.

The scene will all change

through nature’s exchange

of day into night,

from dark into light.





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