Friday, April 28, 2017

Day 28 of Poetry Month

Nature always provide inspiration for my writing.

Remembering Whiffin Spit

Kayaks, long and sleek—
Whiffin Spit Beach extends past
lovers of the open seas.

Blue-grey mountains climb,
reaching past ideas of snow-capped
giants sleep ‘till dawn.

Pebble paths crisscross
native grasses, without reason;
logs lounge like giants.


© Catherine Woods 2017
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