the morning sun and azure sky
contrasts with the billowing white.
the air is clear, the colors bright.
rosy-cheeked children
play at the water’s edge.
the mid-day cloud forms
call up thoughts of mythical fantasies.
the air is humid and the wind is up.
tan-faced parents sit in canvas chairs
with cool amber drinks in hand.
the hazy sunset is overcast,
the sun hovers near the horizon.
a drizzle begins, darkness draws near.
ashen skinned grandparents
watch and remember.
wonderful images Jack, in poem and in picture.
ReplyDeleteall the best,
Robert