an outbreath

an outbreath
Dawnings — Nicholas Hooper

Dawnings

an outbreath

By Nicholas Hooper

watch it go
as the tide washes the sands
as the wind bends the tree and rustles the leaves
as the dark birds sweep and curl in a dance of thermals
and wonder at the moment when natures rests
the second when the tide turns
a snapshot of time
a moment
frozen
in
mind

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