After a long day fishing, this hideaway, viewed surreptitiously from a sea cave, seems the perfect shelter. This vantage point is on the beach where we saw the lobster boat earlier. Soon a setting sun should complete this day at the beach.
Falling water stopped in flight, then slowly flutters to alight. In doing so, it paints our place, our planet, seen in white, from space Slowly changes in seasons slow To browns then greens and flowered glow This strange liquid, a natural show, Is jeweled starlight we call snow