shades of dusk
cleansing water sweeps
sands of time with burning gold
dust dropped from heaven
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I was just looking through some photos, getting ready to shut down for the night, and this haiku happened. I love dusk, when everything holds its breath, and the sky comes close to earth with no sound but waves washing onto the beach. The photo reminds me of my childhood and teenage years in Savannah, Georgia, and the old wooden pier at the Tybee Island Beach–though this one is a bit more substantial.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 8 November 2017
Photo found at pixabay.com
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