And God remembered Noah, and every living thing . . . and the rain from heaven was restrained . . . And God said . . . I do set my bow in […]
Monthly Archives: August 2017
Dusk
Summer had closed in. At dusk, the waterfront began to clear . . . The smell of warm fresh water wafted toward the shore . . . The night was opening like a cotyledon. […]
Left Behind
In the enormous dome Seaward, the horizon is garlanded With tender clouds; the hollow shell Of heaven is luminous; the exhausted, pale Waters exhale A vast oceanic odor, a sea-soft breath. Sundown. A […]
Sea Change
Close your eyes and hear the toss of the waves’ innumerable curls on the brow of the world– . . . [T]he marge is replaced by a lace of shells, to be gathered […]
Ripples
[T]he spirit runs, intermittently, In and out of the small waves, Runs with the intrepid shore birds . . . “Meditation at Oyster River” Theodore Roethke
Dayspring
The dawn’s precise pronouncement waits With breath of light indrawn, Then forms with smoky, smut-red lips The great O of the sun. “The Edge of Day” Laurie Lee