Our jetty - appears and disappears with the tide

Our footprints disappeared
in cool damp sand ridges
as we walked, farther and farther
into the wetness of low tide.

Heads bowed,
eyes shaded from glare,
the water glistened
in glorious serenity.

We shared our solitude,
hand in hand
grateful we chose the off-season
to rediscover togetherness.

This is rewritten, using Glisten as a base, the first poem posted here, on March 20th.

3 thoughts on “Off-Season

  1. Killing Jar Studio August 28, 2015 / 8:12 pm

    Hi Lillian- You must be mid flight at this time.
    How romantic, and so pretty.


  2. BarbaraK aka fiddlbarb August 29, 2015 / 5:55 pm

    As though I’m right there as I read your beautiful words.

    Liked by 1 person

    • lillian August 29, 2015 / 6:11 pm

      Many thanks……….and thanks for all your reading here today! 🙂
      I’m afraid my catching up won’t happen until the laundry is done!

      Liked by 1 person

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