The wind is washing
waves over me,
moving birds and
branches with a
jet engine pushhhhhhh…
tumbling, not sand,
but sky high sentinels
shouting in whispers,
not of water but waves
on sullen shores of sky
far, far from the summer
season a world of blue
water away.
Shouting in whispers…how is it that this makes perfect sense? 🙂 Beautiful, Jody. Just beautiful.