to secrets on the sand.
Against the roaring ocean
he reaches for her hand.
Sea winds catch the secret
skipping on the sand;
steals her whispered words
as head to head they stand
and angel wings now carry it
across the singing sands.
Nags Head Beach, June 1995
Very fitting for the posting time. I had read it, meant to comment, got distracted.... Life.
ReplyDeleteEnjoying your work, love the background too.
I started a blog last week after the horror. Only made one entry, not public at this point.
Keep up the creative flow. Miss you in art class.Edrie