Waves washed the stone beach
like a street cleaner. Circular swirls
swept in, turned pebbles to chimes
as they danced with the sea and pirouetted.
A clump of grebes,
long white necks
tucked into wings,
curled up like cats
napping, gently rode
evening currents, while
a lone kayak sliced the sea, propelled by strokes
of unity, two paddlers in silent swift passage
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Andrea Corwin
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Comments (4)
Serene setting captured vividly… would love to be there!🤗
Really enjoyed this. I did not know those birds were called grebes. Had to look it up.
Gorgeous nature poem!!! Love it!!!❤️❤️💕
Oh this was so wonderful and very beautifully written! I loved it so much!