Wandered the beach very late afternoon,
wanting to see the moon rise.
While waiting for that, studied the rest
and composed and poeticized.
Wind frothed the breakers, square-danced
with the gulls. Candy clouds punctuated
the sky. Not a glimpse of a glimmer of
lunar peculiar jiggled the night swath
descending. A shrug and a slump then
turned course westward, resigned to a
glitterless eve.
Moon face smiled, "You could have seen
the moon but you gave up too soon. I'll be
back in December but will you remember?"
5 comments:
Some days it be much easier to see the moon than the sun.
What you need is a Farmers Almanac so you can find the best time to be getting sand between your toes.
The only thing I miss about Florida is the beaches. The ones here just suck. And the water's cold.
oh! florida!!!
*sniffle*
how i miss thee!
Mark, Friday wasn't one of those days for me. s'okay, though.
I'll keep going back.
Larry, that's a great idea!
Dude, we do have some pretty ones.
Blaez... nice place to visit ;-)
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