I am not sure why we try so hard
to disregard the inevitable the in flow
the overwhelming rush
the over-our-head suffocation that always comes
day in day out as sure to be
as the tides no one can live in only one direction
no one can feel only bliss (more…)
The final hour before winter is
official a golden blanket of warmth
tucking in the shadows the wilds still churn
a harmonizing rhythm where the earth and ocean wildly embrace
one another where mist jumps a hundred feet in the air
waves crash again and again (more…)
Photo By: Carrie
Buried on the shoreline life
Complete, a bodies armor
Discarded for eighty thousand
Years the rains poured the winds (more…)
The Shady Tree 