mariner footsteps
gliding through clam filled pathways
just looking for home
sails of ivory
silent in Pamlico Sound
dressed in white linen
shadows of shipwrecks
distant voices pierce the night
bones under my feet
shiftlessly she walks
the old woman down the lane
missing her finger
home to back yard graves
wind whistling in live oaks
turn on the porch light
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Finding joy in the deepest part of Autumn...
We are deep into the beauty of Autumn…out my windows, on my walks, on my drives. The colors are a gift just waiting for photos or scufflin...
-
Dear Friends, All of a sudden I realized that this post would be my 1,000th blog post! It is such a milestone for me! I can't begin ...
-
Dear Folks, So the labor of love continues...my video blog. Today's blog has two features, first of all please enjoy my column on Bl...
-
Hi Folks, This blog took a little longer than usual to put together as it filled with all kinds of information and media! Sundae Horn ca...
No comments:
Post a Comment