Quick Silver

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Deep, dark, sultry night,

Moon obscured, sheds no light.

Wash of waves on empty sand,

Silence wraps 'round thoughts in flight.

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Scent of salt on gentle breeze,

Calms restless thoughts, sense of peace.

Rustling stem of summer rose,

Thoughts of hope, sprout and grow.

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Like the sails, on ships of old,

Clouds above, split and fold.

Sudden, shining, silver light,

Touches Earth, softly bright.

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Turns grass on dunes to silver swords,

Tells a story without words.

Rolling rock on pebbled beach,

Silver silence is complete.

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Susan Brackett

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(Inspired by the parting of the clouds on a cold autumn evening at Kennebunk Beach.)

Don't just hear;  listen. Don't just look;  see with the eyes of our heart.

Simple experiences are so much more meaningful when we are emotionally invested.

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