nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
With The Next Wave
Liquid sunlight fuses with the morning fog rolling up and over the hills along the coastline. Inexhaustible waves bringing forward new objects. A young tail-wagging Reckless runs after seagulls. But an aging Ragged soon gives up the chase. Their paw prints erased by the incoming tide. What about my footprints in life? The ones leading to shame, all those places left; love voiced but goodbyes never spoken.
By harry hogg4 years ago in Poets
