Secluded Whispering Waters


In the salty, storm washed day...

In the salty, storm washed day…

In the salty,

Storm washed day,

The dogs were warm and

Longed to play;

They Launched into

Secluded whispering waters,

Framed by bullrush torches

And scorched

Willow herb bay.

The inspiration for my poem today was Cee’s Black and white photography challenge topic: Reflections.

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Cee’s black and white photo challenge: Reflections

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