Rolls and soughs
A sweeping of sand across sand, the
Unending slap and stroke of Superior wave
On southern shore.
Whitecaps bob and tease,
That seagulls’ wings might
Tip and tremble in a steady breeze
Mount sunward then plunge
And come up empty,
Filled with joy.
Liz Husebye Hartmann
Greg Schiller’s Prompt:Writing Challenge: the pursuit of happier.
Weekly reminder:don’t forget to recommend an article that you like (to learn why, read Ann Marcaida’s article Attract More Writers and Artists to Gather!).. Also try to place a comment on at least one article and say more than you liked the piece. Tell the author what worked and what needs work.