Aber in a Storm

It was always a front row seat. House like a wedding cake with columns, next door to a derelict mansion. Waves like White Tigers leaping- Their spittle-flung pebbles to dash salt-flecked panes. Always the thump of surf on stone, then a scatter of spray. So very different from Summer basking on paint-peeled window sills, Watching … More Aber in a Storm

Amber Tide

  Early morning amber tide lapping. Heaven above, heavenly below. Glowing bright, brighter; Glistening all places between.   Breathe in union with the waves, for now is the time for lovers and soul searchers. Every hue bleeding then healing in to the dark horizon. Becoming one with all.   All is glowing, and so vibrant. … More Amber Tide