2024

The end of the first day

New Year

Day’s end, The pier becomes a shadow

Light fades and illusions grow.

As I look west

A blush invites her lover, beckoning…

Twilight, it is time

Now come to me

Still water, not broken, but warped 

by Grebes cutting wake

An otter sniffs the air and coyly dares,

Join me, knowing I can’t…won’t?

Twilight’s last breath whispers,

Moon, it’s your turn…Now Rise!

No! Not yet, but soon I will

You see,

I am caught

Between mountains.

Be patient

It’s a New Year…….