Deserted dune

I stood on the edge
Soft swirling below my toes
Rippled like water
I see the place of magic
It calls me like the ocean breeze
So very far away
Another name
Another place
Sahara like yet so cold
So alone.
No soul in sight
Frost crackles like glass panes hairline
Fractured yet so beautiful,
Frozen dunes foreign
I turn around to see
I am not there
Not yet,
But with the vision before me,
Smooth white like sand
Seeming to move with a stream of air
Swirling round
Return me to that land in the sun
Take me back
To the golden shores
To yesterday once more.
Thoughts on the snow beyond that looks like sand dunes rippled, yet the cold truth of 10 degrees like a bite of wind blowing, reminding me….nope, still up north and not on the beach. Think warm thoughts self, think warm thoughts.


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I am a sometimes poet on a quest to master the universe of my mind. My writing runs the gamut of nature, off beat, life and basically the world as I see it through the windows of my eyes. Welcome to my blog. Sit a spell in your big comfy armchair or favorite spot and read for a while if it suits and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know who you are and all that jazz. Looking forward to what each day brings and catch you on the flip side of the stars. Peace and blessings.

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