Salt marsh Afternoon

 

 

 

Sinuously changling green waves move

Snaking through the wind blown grass

Egrets rise in white winged trove

Against cumulus cloud alabaster glass

 

Winds whisper through the gnarled live oaks

Arcane sagas songs long withheld 

Now known for here the silence stokes

Senses tuning to grasp this ancient veld

 

Time here has lost its human sway

The drum silent the drummer lost

In timeless ponderings of this day

Of wind and cloud grass and thought

 

 





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-08-16 at 15:16

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