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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