jon
wynne
jon kirby
wynne
Atlantic Spring
To run and dive and weave
and surf and fall
And rise. To breathe
midst bubbles salt and sunshine
Then laugh!
And do it all again
The Language of Water
Each day of ebb and flow
brings the same river anew
summer is turning to autumn
another language in the water
the soft slanted sunlight,
red and gold of fallen leaves
Lullaby
Listen to the
waves
breaking on the beach
hush they say, hush,
Rest, as the stars
go down in
the west
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