There is a softness to this early morn.
Waves slowly, rhythmically, lap the shore.
Tide ever-so-surely recedes,
reveals soft ripple lines on moist sand
sans foot prints of any kind.
Sky awakens rimmed with tufts of dawn,
pastel pinks and barely blues.
In the distance, Provincetown sleeps.
Sail barren masts pierce the clouds,
spinal column of the town.
Serene solitude,
self alone in nature’s calm.
I close my eyes in wakefulness.
I listen. I feel . . .
the softness of this early morn.
Yes, serenity.
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It truly is!
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How beautiful.
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So glad you enjoyed. It is a special place!
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I’ve yet to visit. Hope to one day.
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You must😎
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Marvelous scenes. 😎🥀
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hearing and feeling the sea is the best part of being around the shore..:)
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I do agree!
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