On Point of Ground
Rock stands as bastion before battering tides but changes, bit by bit, into something more, something that gives root to green growth and gull. Its stillness is illusion, as is its silence: it constantly sings in scales great and minute. It holds heat of suns and gives mineral taste, it offers the long beach of soft rest and beyond time finds its way back under waves.
where water meets stone… there I’ll be
staggering photos <3
April 20, 2012 at 11:39 am
Thanks for the view Andreea.
April 23, 2012 at 6:37 am
wonderful texture!
April 20, 2012 at 3:05 pm
Thank you Karen.
April 23, 2012 at 6:40 am
stunning. and your poetry is mmmmM!
April 20, 2012 at 7:35 pm
WellllL thank you!
April 23, 2012 at 6:40 am