someone tries to capture a moment in the surging sea

make sense of grey white and a distant dark

they are beautiful

just empty and whole

indelible prints of sky

latched on a landscape

speaking secrets

in every soul

deferring a hold on gratitude

awakening longheld stories

nearer the sea,

falling snow forming chords

reading songs of yesterday's evening rain

they mark the paces taken

having to leave footprints behind

by the grass where we let dreams hide