Morning all. Two haikus for consumption.
Dune
Cold, wind-whipped outpost.
Sand spills through quivering grass,
Clumped against the tide.
Contrail
Silent steel above.
Contrails plume across the blue.
Are they looking down?
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I love these. Pensive beachy thoughts in the cold of winter.
Cheers Nadine. God knows what I’ll do for inspiration when the weather turns warmer!
Hopefully, hang out at the beach ;))
Very pretty!
Thank you!