Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
These breezy dawns of damp and shifting grains
Compel us to return, these endless days,
Bare-footed and bare-pawed, we stroll the same,
unpaved path of swirling, breaking waves.
In solitude (we wish we could allay
the inevitable masses, as the light
erases misty morns of predawn gray),
we two rejoin, to bid adieu to night.
My dog and I alone, save gulls in flight,
God’s precious gift of dawn conveyed anew,
Our secret place (alas we cannot fight
the overwhelmingly draw of this vast view).
Let others stroll on boardwalks wide and grand,
Our footprints, we’ll impress on fresh-ebbed sand.
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