By Don Neviaser,Recently published1 topic While sitting on a sandy beach one bright and warm fall dayr
I listen to the ancient sounds that emanate my way.
A myriad of seabirds cry while searching for a feast,
A wind blows soft across my ears while heading straight due east.
Before me countless sun drops dance upon a watery stage,
Like spirits moving out of time, a vision without age.
I dig my toes into the sand, this substrate of the sear
A gift of water, life and time as far as eye can see.
Some clouds hang heavy in the south, their bellies full of rain,
They lumber slow across the sky and move as if in pain.r
Primary topic: Attitude and Perspective