Magpie Tales-Time Stands Still

tiny grains of sand
washing

from under toes
as the tide moves
in and out
warm  breezes
caressing
sunburnt shoulders
sea glass
sifting
through fingers
like confetti
red dust blowing
down a trail
hoodoos ahead
white magic
storm clouds billowing
high
in an azure sky.



C.M.Jackson 2010