by Daniela Lorenzi
At last the fog is lifting.
Its echo hangs in the air—
a haze over sand and water
refracting tepid sunlight; now
the waves that boom
to shore glint silver, a never-
ending attack and retreat
a thousand icicles
skipping on the crests.
4 comments:
Lovely descriptions, particularly the echo of fog
Thank you -- it really was just that magical/mystical kind of day. So glad I was there to experience it!
I love how you've captured the silvery coolness of the day with the descriptions of the mist and the water. Lovely!
Thank you, Anne. It truly was an amazing afternoon.
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