Oh to be among the pines
And hear the elemental rushing of the wind:
Earth-based waves lashing the forest, crashing and fading
When the branches sway twigs bruising twigs,
Like pebbles that grind along the shore as waves retreat through shingle:
Calming, but with a sense of danger.
Poem and photo copyright Englepip©
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Evocative photo for words that feel the breeze
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Thank you. Much appreciated. I was standing in the woods just listening and it so sounded like the sea.
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it is a fabulous sound
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