A spring squall comes off the ocean
like a three-year old with a temper,
surf's up, and evergreen boughs dance
with a gust of wind.
Birds at the feeder flush up
and catch a dancing branch
for a belly churning carnival ride.
Wind-waves calm, the boughs settle down,
birds flitter back to the feeder perch
until the next breaker crashes in,
and the feeder birds go out on a limb.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Wind Surfing
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3 comments:
I'm happy you share your talent - always a pleasure to read your work and 'see' the locations.
Yeah, great images!
Love your poetry!
deathless ghosts
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