Rolls and soughs
A sweeping of sand across sand, the
Unending slap and stroke of Superior wave
On southern shore.
Whitecaps bob and tease,
That seagulls’ wings might
Tip and tremble in a steady breeze
Mount sunward then plunge
And come up empty,
Filled with joy.
Liz Husebye Hartmann (12/20/2011)
–Repost, because I hear so many people talking about stress over the holidays. So, close your eyes, listen to your inner voices, breathe in the sharp scent of sandy lakeshore, and be at peace.–