Worrisome, unsettling times
lead me to wallow.
Sometimes in fear
at other times,
in the simple joys of my mortality.
I search out small
gasp worthy moments,
holding them close.
This sunset, a diverse gathering,
seagulls, pigeons, crows,
sparrows and humans – and
For dVerse Poets quadrille night where the prompt is “Gasp”, and De is hosting. To participate or read go here.
March rounds the corner, upside down is now inside out! It’s freezing here this morning.
fishing at sunset
net casting – a step back in time
hints of culture off the pier
in this place where there is one of
The space where I go to catch my breath.
Taken off the pier in my neighborhood.
I live near a pier. The only activity here is from the locals – a virtual united nations. No boats, no ferries and that is a good thing.
People come out to fish. But I’ve come to realize that this is less about fishing, and more about community. They come out for sunrise, sunsets and in between, picnics and barbecues on days spent by the water.
People are just people. And when we allow for that, we’re all the better for it.
sunrise off the pier
a very picturesque blush-
here, the earth meets sky
For Word Craft with Colleen where the prompt is “taste the rainbow” to read more about it go here.
Taken yesterday morning at the pier. Mine were the only foot prints in the snow.
Taken at the pier in my neighborhood. A good Wednesday to all!
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