Alone No More
Channels within the windblown grass and contoured
shifting sand, stretch-probing as a spindle tree,
rouse echoing murmurs of the easeful sounds
of solitude, the slumberous sea, and me.
Entranced and mindful on this wild hypnotic shore,
Solitary maybe, and yet, alone no more.
Copyright © Peter Rees | Year Posted 2021
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