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Alone, Black & White Photography, Bleak, Contemplation, Florida, Grain, Grass, Hike, Macro, Nature, Poetry, Solitude, Storm
Storm Winds blur these thoughts-
(Like a wisp of dangling bird)
Scraping scream, white eyes,
Talons in grey light,
Anguish seeping into earth,
Breathless, hidden in the grain.
A tuft of pale down
Is all that remains-
Easy in the breeze
As the Gale dissipates.
A Day in the Brine 