Chiaroscuro
Deformed cypress surface, then disappear.
Twisted shapes linger, float against drifting mist.
Dog walkers navigate a narrow swath, stop
and go along a winding trail leading to beach.
Flapping squadrons of cranky gulls quarrel,
occupy fractured stone, silvery driftwood.
Deceptive horizons melt like mirages;
the only constant, a continual whisper of surf.
It’s a mysterious morning, fleeting
phantoms dissipated by rising sun’s heat.
budd
A great place for a park bench. Enjoyed this!
Love and blessings,
Linda+
Ron