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 [...]