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.
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Comments on: "Motion." (4)
love the descriptions in this poem! my favourite line is “sliding through fingers like silk,”
Thank you Freya. It was a surreal time watching the waves of fine sand catching the light as it blew up the beach.
Thank you for stopping by Jesi.
Thank you for popping by Daphne.