The ocean sings a melancholy tune
with its infinite whispers of tide and moon.
Whiskey coloured waves wash and tumble sand,
where fishermen haul in, hand over hand,
a net of jelly fish and tangled mermaid tails,
shark fins and teeth, up to the whale-
backed dunes, where the season gives russet hair
a haughty flick and throws dead leaves into the air.
Trees bare branches to a huge coastal sky;
behind the grey, the simmering sun’s eye
closes its heavy lid, a wink to cold weather
in the bottom of the net with the bones of winter.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH!
Kerry offers a single image prompt and the challenge is wide open.