Waves of whitewash
Gently tumble with sand
Could be anywhere
In the world
Colour of ocean blues
Somewhere tropical
Azure, opal, sapphire
No gem compares
Worth beyond all lands
Ocean holds beauty
Ancient mysteries
Never revealed
Precious
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Category Archives: Bruny Island
Ode to the day
One clear day
When sky lids
Close half over
Weep gently
Pull on seal
Skin over
Locking in
Blood warmth
Cacophony of
Pleasure
Metered out
In spades
Splash of cymbals
Crash of waves
Roll of tides
Wash round headland
Where Antarctic
And Eastern
Currents meet
Across my face
Wakening
Tingles up
Spine lest
Wonder
Tick and slip
Shells and silk
Fronds of green
Stick to shore
Long to cover
Over me
Once more round
Mind wander
Thinking space
Underneath glassy
Mirror of sky
Face hides
Quiet applause
Of claws
Mussels galore
Conquest of sorts
Long length
Of the bay
Treasure
In the harvest moon
Gathering in treasure
From earth’s bed
Storing up long winter
Sometimes applied
To endearing friends
Just as the chill
Sits heavy on mountain
Ringed peak
Like dormant volcano
Absorbing peach sunrise
As ancient desert rock
Sky tinged with frost
Reminiscent golden
Long summer days
Glinting in eye
Love’s storehouse
Slips through fingers
Like shiny coins
Offered to buy freedoms
In a time of plenty
Store and save
Simple pleasures
For long dark days
A treasure is she
Whose girth rings
Pale in comparison
Wise watching over me
Who can tell?
What riches lie in wait
To be discovered
By a twist of fate
Chorus of the ocean
Is heard from surface
Best orchestral works
When I still my breath
Pounding heart a timpani
In time with acoustic
Sonogram of life
Unbounded
Count the stars of heaven 