Wind Swept
Wind swept
Grains of sand are
Whipped along the beach front
Like rough snapping leather ribbons
Gusting
Ken Goree
This is another poem inspired by my trip to Cannon Beach. For me, there has always been a sort of mesmerizing quality to watching sand being whipped along a beach. There are times when very cold snow can achieve this quality, too. It is as if the wind brings the sand, or snow, to life.
Wind swept
Grains of sand are
Whipped along the beach front
Like rough snapping leather ribbons
Gusting
Ken Goree
This is another poem inspired by my trip to Cannon Beach. For me, there has always been a sort of mesmerizing quality to watching sand being whipped along a beach. There are times when very cold snow can achieve this quality, too. It is as if the wind brings the sand, or snow, to life.
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