Ripples

Ripples

Wash from waving dunes to undulating

surf

Whispering” come follow”…

Tracing ancient, ageless paths

across the empty beach.

Under a silent silver sky,

I stoop to scoop a single shell,

The broken and the whole.

The wind and sand polish my cheeks soft.

70 years of living

Smoothed to satin, again

Baby-soft skin,

Reborn of the wind…

Following timeless ripples to the sea.

Nancilynn

November 2018

Port Aransas, TX

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