Watching Water Change

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday  (posted by Kim)
Being But Human

"This week, I would like you to write about a time when you last watched stars, a storm, the sea, an animal, or something else in nature that left you with a sense of wonder or awe."

With a day of freakishly warm November weather, it seemed
to be a possible last day to stroll along the boardwalk,
and absorb the ocean.

Air seemed fresh, clear, and invigorating after
being cooped up.  Suddenly a chill wind blew
down from a charcoal sky.  I watched the ripples
of water gain speed, turn darker.  No matter,
I was enthralled.

        squirrel munches nut
        pauses–alert, both paws clutch
        gold leaves rustle

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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11 Responses to Watching Water Change

  1. Francis says:

    You’ve captured a wonderful moment here, the elements of nature are indeed our place of learning wisdom.


  2. kim881 says:

    Thank you for taking me for a virtual walk by the sea, Sara, and reminding me how wonderful it is to watch ripples. Your squirrel haiku is so sweet – I haven’t seen any squirrels in our garden this week.


  3. -Eugenia says:

    I love your squirrel haiku, Sara. Beautiful visuals!


  4. Helen Dehner says:

    I miss being close enough to the Atlantic for those strolls …. Happy Thanksgiving, Sara.


  5. I would love to be closer to the sea, but I have felt how the seasons seem astray… now it’s cold as it should be.


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