thunder above, thunder below
The drumbeats ripples rock,
plunge deeper in to
Sounds.
Found each day in a skiff dory
That overflows with sunrise greetings to make the day shimmer.
Thank you Richard
"the remembrance of the fading
season, remembered as if
gone even before it has left,
loss and grief anticipated."
Brought a tear of recognition, thinking of loved one's illness. Reminds me to embrace the time we have left. Thanks Jonathan. ❤️
Amen, Mary, and thank you
Beautiful. the mutuality of lives. Something we can never forget..
Yes— thank you Patris
the way the boats bob in the waves
tug at the harbormaster's heart
and incite the thought that we
are all the same....Oh glorious!!!
Thanks so much Ann
This poem begs for my reflection. Very thought provoking.
Many thanks Monica. I appreciate your kind attention
Excellent, Jonathan. The harbor, the changing of the seasons and us. Three peas in a pod.
Thank you Rod
So beautiful.
Thank you MA
Perfect
Thanks Jason
awww i love being the harbormaster!
The drumbeats ripples rock,
plunge deeper in to
Sounds.
Found each day in a skiff dory
That overflows with sunrise greetings to make the day shimmer.
Thank you Richard
"the remembrance of the fading
season, remembered as if
gone even before it has left,
loss and grief anticipated."
Brought a tear of recognition, thinking of loved one's illness. Reminds me to embrace the time we have left. Thanks Jonathan. ❤️
Amen, Mary, and thank you
Beautiful. the mutuality of lives. Something we can never forget..
Yes— thank you Patris
the way the boats bob in the waves
tug at the harbormaster's heart
and incite the thought that we
are all the same....Oh glorious!!!
Thanks so much Ann
This poem begs for my reflection. Very thought provoking.
Many thanks Monica. I appreciate your kind attention
Excellent, Jonathan. The harbor, the changing of the seasons and us. Three peas in a pod.
Thank you Rod
So beautiful.
Thank you MA
Perfect
Thanks Jason
awww i love being the harbormaster!