Windward Dawn by Raymond A. Foss
We were alone with our thoughts Warm breezes off the southerly ocean murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse of sand a solitary couple, alone with each other for our wonderful show, repeated daily
Early morning on the beach long before the commotion of day gazing at the horizon and beyond through bleary eyes, thick with northern slumber Ready to drink in the cascades of color as the artist paints the windward dawn before us
Reeling from the brightening sky like fireworks too close rich yellows morphing to white ripping through clouds of grays, slate blue, and whites Ours alone to share on our honeymoon in our memories in the whispered language of love
December 16, 2005 16:25
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