tinywords
haiku & other small poems
high tide he casts his fishing line into the darkness
low tide collecting shells before breakfast
the glint of fish in sinuous depths
high tide shimmering moon in inching water
worn gifts from the sea woven shells and bits of glass lovely necklaces
low tide crows turning over stones
morning, tide rising above the pilings — the pelican
changing tide scramblin ’bout the rocks seals
shadow races — cross chilly grounds a silhouette soars on thermal winds
low tide
collecting shells
before breakfast
the glint
of fish
in sinuous
depths
high tide
shimmering moon
in inching water
worn gifts from the sea
woven shells and bits of glass
lovely necklaces
low tide
crows
turning over stones
morning, tide
rising above the pilings —
the pelican
changing tide
scramblin ’bout the rocks
seals
shadow races —
cross chilly grounds
a silhouette soars on thermal winds