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 (2016)

–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.–



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