A Lone Gull
A Lone Gull
Night approached,
I see night- fog settling oe’r the horizon
softly, as a veil, the silent sea is lord
sky- blues fade
as graying clouds merge
all colours now blush an illusion,
A soft breeze
carries a lone white Gull
her wings silent
Alone, she sweeps towards the mist
a few whispers of the ebbing tide
they toss, they hush, they……,
I glance to the Gull, who now is lost
to softly wisps
swirling deeply swept fog
she
Unafraid
of the sea...
of the mists...
of the unknown...
Alone
Copyright © Earle Weiss | Year Posted 2018
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