Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.
Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.
Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
I hold my head high
Above water.
I will survive.
Perfect lines cast in the sand.
Left behind by waves
caressing the shore.
Temporary footsteps.
Like magic?
No, like nature.
Golden Hour by willyam http://ift.tt/2aItg9O
The waves stand
Straight as sentries,
Shoulder to shoulder.
They eye the shoreline,
Storm at their backs,
Wind at their sides.
The Sun sets above.
The sea ripples below.
The sky darkens.
Clouds rush in.
Birds flee the scene.
The sky opens.
Water rains from above.
Quiet reigns supreme.
They quicken their tempo.
They hit the sand with force,
Lines of soldiers,
Shoulder to shoulder
As one.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.
Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke
An oasis for me
Under a purple tree.
Leaves fan my tired face
Far from the human race.
The view takes me away
Where the happy can play.
I close my heavy eyes
To shut out mankind’s lies.
by LUMA
A red glow lights the street,
falling right at our feet.
We pound the pavements in fright,
fleeing the force of the night.
Vibrations hit the ground
from thunder all around.
The street light sways and groans
as we head for our homes.
Who will save us from these creatures
that torment and won’t release us?
I can see the road ahead.
I hope it leads to my bed.
I can’t take another night
of this endless, losing fight.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Lightning hits the water
with long fingers so fine.
It glistens in the sky
with its curvaceous spine.
Sizzle goes the sound,
electric in the air.
It crisscrosses the sky
with its own savoir-faire.
Lost Lake Trail – Ludington State Park, Michigan
One with nature.
One with the mountains.
One with the lake.
One all alone.
THE TREE
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules, we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with me in its deep shade.
Through the fallen leaves we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads
As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.
