Dec 2020
Skipping stones
Like wishing bones
Water spraying
Like stars praying.
Glimmer and flash
Into a feathery splash.
A midsummer sun
But winter’s begun,
So with the ocean I strive,
Cold and delightfully alive.
Like wishing bones
Water spraying
Like stars praying.
Glimmer and flash
Into a feathery splash.
A midsummer sun
But winter’s begun,
So with the ocean I strive,
Cold and delightfully alive.
More driving, this time I skipped rocks out to an unusually calm ocean. Almost no waves at all.
