Morning sun rises in the east pinks and golden light gently wash over sand and sea leaves fall drops of dew glistening with song sea grass bend with ease. I close my eyes feeling warmth on my skin. Safely I sway. Branches reaching bare boned fingers of Father Time wisdom pointing to a euphoric sensation …
Tag: Long Island Sound
Death Of A Female Poet
Slipping away Into a sweet space Reverie peace maker Holds my hand Feather bed comfort Safe haven soothsayer Fluffy white pillows Lavender and lace Lulling me into A deep sleep Dreams in sepia Hints of color - and a spray Of black and white Vintage montage In the powerful Atlantic air I am standing high …
Deviant Past
The days, shorter now - nights longer... Appearing darker than the norm Without the slightest hint of an artists color Creative minds freeze dry skyline falls flat With just a glaze of sepia But, only around the rough edges And I have a hole in my one size fits all Italian handmade 100% cotton shirt …
Reminisce With Fondness
If the stars had been aligned and the winds blew a gentler breeze from the east crossing over the Sound arriving on lands end and a full harvest moon had been on the rise maybe then we would have realized life is a short seductive story bitter sweet at times and the best is not …
Trilby Yates 