A Day on The Shore
Rosemary flowers purple, faint and bright.
Cowbell windchime does a job now long vacant,
cows all gone.
Only a decoration of the time since slipped by.
Red dog asleep in a March sunshine shadow.
A sky aching with blue powder adorned with wisps
of white cloud splatter.
A breeze that lays warmth upon my blotchy skin.
Water below me skates past carrying light on its back,
searching for the next solid shore.
A pumpkin past its prime holds tight to a wooden deck
worn dull from a 1000 steps.
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