Sunday, March 2, 2014

somewhere a sanderling

a wall of ocean fog
reveals only a tip of tall black pine —
somewhere a sanderling
scouting the torn
edges of the sea

3 comments:

  1. This is so beautiful and makes me long for sea fog and mist-shrouded trees!

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  2. I attended a poetry reading by The High Desert Poetry Cell guys last night ... less than a mile the drive home. Fog so thick it was difficult making out white stripes edging the road. Your poem is lovely, Lorna.

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  3. __Beyond that fog, one sinks into the wonder that, that fog had created; the shore birds.
    Very effective! _m
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