Blue as the sea, Sierra Madres rim Bandaras, bay of flags.Mist bruises the mountains not yet burned by sun.Time for us to go, even though the colors hold like glue;magnolias and wild flowers beckon.One more day, you sing.One day more I sing in chorus.
In days, the sea will be a spectre,pirated colored glass the only reminder of paradise,fossil, flesh, and sand.
Oh wow, I heart your work. It's lovely how the words rinse their effect under your hands, Karen.ReplyDelete
This is just a lovely use of the words. BravoReplyDelete
Sadly so, one day, one day so it will be. All fossil, flesh and sand Karen.ReplyDelete
That feeling of having to leave such a lovely spot as holidays end....you have captured them so well.ReplyDelete
I love 'mist bruises mountains'ReplyDelete