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A Morning Walk

It was bitter cold there along the shore
as we took our exercise this morning,
the icy wind making our half hour seem more
than endless. As rainclouds began forming

we kept our steady pace while turning back,
watching as crows gathered under a tree
to glean through some refuse, their coats of black
dark and dull against the green grass levee.

Fingers pulled up for warmth into our sleeves,
holding hands through the stretchy, thick cotton,
we walked quickly back to the waiting car.

But I was loath to get inside and leave;
for quiet shared times are oft forgotten,
and they give us pause to be who we are.

05 FEB 2003

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Twilight at Pontchartrain

There at the lake shore, the last light of day
slipped down in a lavender, purple cascade,
leaving the clouds streaked with pinks, blue and gray
as my love and I watched them wander away.

Against the horizon, the line of the sea
rolled off in the mist into eternity;
and the seabirds and pelicans etched against the sky
cast their dark gentle shadows on my love and I.

At the edge of the world, with no more land in sight,
we watched as the water fell into the night;
and held hands, in love, as a seagull took flight,
its echoing cry filling us with delight

as the lap of the waves on the shore at our feet
stroked the soft, lulling rhythm of the earth’s heartbeat.
Then we smiled at each other, and rose from our seat
and returned to the world feeling fresh and complete.

To visit the ocean, or any great shore
is to understand beauty, and nature, and more;
and each time is different than each one before,
a unique expression of life to explore.

There at the lake shore, the last light of day
slipped down in a lavender, purple cascade,
leaving the clouds streaked with pinks, blue and gray
as my love and I watched them wander away.

30 NOV 2002

for Sondra

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