Isle of Wight – Sarah Potter Writes

#Tanka 44 – Poised for Autumn

Breeze plays on boat masts
a tune of distant wind chimes:
estuary peace.

Breeze ripples water
traversed by sun-silvered path.
Clouds trill with skylarks.

Wind and waves carve rock,
reshaping island coastline.
~Years become aeons~
Shadows, reflections, echoes
call to lovers across time.

Seaweed-slime coats rocks
Wet sand squeezes between toes
The ebbing tide calls

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