Sunday, December 8, 2013


Waves pound steep shore
bleached skeletons of trees
nearly buried in sand
wind keeps them visible

Sea spray salts my skin
gray whales crest and spout
I watch them again and again
how do I describe my sense

There are no words except
the overused ones again
and again as I dream of waves
bleached skeletons of trees



  1. Sometimes the overused words express important things in their own unique way!

  2. Beautiful words. I felt that I was right there with you and hope I have a dream of waves and bleached skeletons of trees tonight.