Wednesday, November 4, 2015


image from google dot com

Then, after breakfast, we walk beside the ocean
There, to savour the sweet saltiness of a special occasion
We bond anew, a special time put aside to share

Joy and sadness into the wet sand compressed
Firm tiny grains, the weight of days travelled to impress
A horizon, unwilling to lift off, staying to care

But the mist is rising, with a breeze for sculpting
Trees into willow wisps, strong, flexible and all yielding
Like a kiss, unspoken, shared with one so dear
TRANQUILITY© gillena cox

Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Tranquility