Light in the East
In early morning I sit alone with the sea. Only stillness, dawn color and the wind’s whisper in the high trees. As the day rises
October 29, 2023
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In early morning I sit alone with the sea. Only stillness, dawn color and the wind’s whisper in the high trees. As the day rises
The winds of autumn cause the seas to surge and strip the summer leaves. The prejudices I won’t release are torn by these winds, tearing
Autumn rains refresh the earth, restoring color, lifting worms. Along the northwest coast forests breathe more easily, the misted seas mysterious in their changing garments.
Low clouds bank the island though the rain has stopped and skies begin to clear. Summer dried the ground so the land drinks deep these
Fog envelops the islands as the changing air of autumn blankets the sea with mystery. Quietly we sit within the shroud recalling the night sky