Shared Camera Memories

04-01-2022

The sky earned my appreciation
before dusk at the coast, just as the sunflower began its rust.
It will come again in the morning, I promise.
It will be beautiful again.
There are three words here left silent, unsaid,
waiting, hiding, crashing, climbing just beyond the shore.

06-08-2022
Her clouds dance in my eyes and my lens
with drowned baths of glimmer and glow, waiting still, while a tear wants shed.
A bird, or a bird watcher, soars high, beyond me.
Distant as she bids to me rest.
There is a fear here still painful and dead,
stinging, prodding, cursing, binding foam against the shore.