February 12, 2021
Photo by Suzann Heron
Herring Cove
A Poem by Suzann Heron
Sun sets over the ocean at Herring Cove.
Coyotes calling, freedom
throughout the dunes
as the sky turns an orange purple laugh into a deep respect.
Tide, rolling in
Lapping / lulling
and the lands end beacon sends out it’s steady even blink,
Here
I
Am.
Night falls,
The pier with it’s fishing boats
still, as the black water of the night
takes hold
offering a new perspective.
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