A poem, and a photo…enjoy.
Morning Reverie
The morning air
is fresh, sweet, and clear as day
when the sun’s burn’d all the clouds away
and in the distance
breakers rush departing, then returning
in them seen my heart’s desire, seaward yearning
in this place, in this time
looking to the grey-ghost skies
I find my troubles seem to dim
yet like the sun, my spirit’s arise.
-Wesley
Nantucket Island
15 August 2008