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,

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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