Communication. Is it a breakdown, or a Marvellous success?
Poised here on the edge, The lone surfer contemplates. Water, wind, and waves.
In the middle there, Behind the unfurled petals. Lurks a tiny star.
Three more days till new. The waning crescent shows, a Narrow band of light.
A chilly promise, Lurking there beyond the pines. Winter solstice moon.
Little sandy spheres, Dug and tumbled down below. Pushed up through a hole.
“Yum, yum, in my tum!” Said the spider to the bug. (Glad I’m not so…
Turquoise waters lap, The virgin white sandy shore. Summer bliss and more.