Paddles skim on liquid glass,
Sky checks her reflection;
Rocky shores with wooden doors
Display her pure complexion.
Hands of Time, I snap you here,
To break your counting power,
Cram a lifetime’s thirsty soul
Into this sacred hour.
Let go, my love, this day is done,
The moon will soon replace the sun;
Tomorrow’s light becomes Today
When Yesterday is given away…
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This is the last day of ‘vacation’ photos – back to the garden tomorrow!
The scent of the shore and a page on the breeze,
Beauty that’s written in sand and in trees
Washes ashore by the glint of the sun,
Words of the ages, by Nature undone.
Kick off your shoes,
Feel the grit in your toes;
Lean back with a book,
say good-bye to your woes.
Smile at the sun,
give a wink to the breeze ;
for a few precious hours,
you may do as you please!
