Ashen granite underfoot
gelid tide at my ankle
birch in the wind
a rocky shoreline.
Loons wade alongside children
minnows to find
berries to eat
a weightless afternoon.
Weathered gray shingles, mossy rooftop
screened in porch
bright heavens, salt marsh
in gloaming reflection.
Early morning, crisp dawn
cots damp with dew
young ones stir
as lupines await the sun.
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