From tiny beginnings to oceans I discovered the world in words


Blowing across the shore,
horizontal waves of light
reflecting sparkles,
in tiny grains of sand.
Settling to anchor sea grass.
Moving as time
sliding through fingers like silk,
drifting as clouds.
Forever changing the dunescape.

Elaine Morris (c)   March 2015.

Comments on: "Motion." (4)

  1. love the descriptions in this poem! my favourite line is “sliding through fingers like silk,”

  2. Thank you for stopping by Jesi.

  3. Thank you for popping by Daphne.

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