Saturday, April 18, 2009


Well, I'm a day late for Sky Friday, but this early morning dappled ceiling stopped me in my tracks for a look. The dunes were wet, cold, windy and unfriendly, but this sky was breathtaking. Came across this piece on one of my poetry sites awhile ago. It fits the feeling here.
By Peter Munro
Denting the edge of a sandflat,

footprints pool with water cold as blood

Light ripples the sapphire bay.

Through a muffle of haze

a bouy tells its shoal
like a soul
lost in its shell of skin.
That distant tolling frays

on the dune-grass that slices sand

above the highest tidal wrack.

A northerly ticks grains against green blades,

braids sunlight, salt, and the cry of a single gull.

At the whiskery touch of wind

he turns and sees his footprints
lead to him.


  1. Marchin O'NeachtainApril 18, 2009 at 8:03 AM

    Excellent focus on distant clouds and the fragrant sea grass.

  2. I like the poetry! The photo's cool too!

  3. Beautiful shot, thoughtful post.