walking, talking
we find ourselves
hand in hand
on a shoreline stroll;
lapping, slapping
the waves set up
an ancient rhythm
that stirs the soul;
splattering, spattering
wildflowers are drops
that fell when nature
painted in the spring;
rushing, gushing
the summer breeze is
the breath of life here
connecting everything
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 
Beautifully said!
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Thank you, Dawn!
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I do love and appreciate your creativity in putting words together. Be well.
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Thank you so much! I hope you are well, too.
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Beautiful poem, you rocked the ending!
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Thank you, M Jay!
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Oh, this is a lovely poem, and the photo is beautiful as well. ✨️
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Thank you, Aaysid!
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Very sensuous, like the water making love to the shore line. You live in a beautiful part of our world. I love the nature and the wildlife you capture so perfectly. Just had a blue heron fly over my yard…that’s my neighborhood adventure today! Happy weekend!
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I’ve only been able to photograph one blue heron–they’re hard to find and they fly away when I do come up on them. Thanks, Lane!
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