Before the birds take flight, navy is barely pale blue.

Spring leaves glow, bidding goodbye to night. It’s time to grow and drink in the light.

Diamonds float on water as pale sunbeams rise. The treasure of the day has arrived.

A silent propeller pushes solitude forward. Into the bay, along the shore.  Life reaches out with invisible hands.

The dome is so large, a heartbeat so small. Such is the world, a pale speck on a spectacular stage.

From one little place, waves cascade.


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Photo: Watson Lake, near Prescott, AZ, c.b.w. 2013
Words: c.b.w. 2014


10 thoughts on “Cascade

  1. This is absolutely beautiful! We are just a speck in the universe, but there are a lot of very stunning specks!! 🙂 I love your wonderful picture too. I have a story about a bay in Cornwall coming up sometime before the summer ends, I hope. The coast makes a perfect summertime story or poetry! Where is Prescott by the way?


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