all that gathers on Winter’s shore
the sea washes in
S e a w a s h e d
“The oceans never stop. They know no beginning or end.”
L.M. Stedman
All that washes in and gathers by the sea fills our cottage. A weathered white tree with tattered garland like strands of seaweed, is just enough. Old worn lanterns with candles for light as day fades into dark. The deep always calling, the waves continually washing and we let it be, we let it be so.
Washed Winter
Peaceful Tidings
washed by the sea
Kerrie
