Mussel Salute

On this last morning before Mexico
A long beach walk
savoring long low winter light
salt spray and the cadence of
tumbling rocks in gentle waves.
And lastly,
a goodby salute from a sun bleached mussel.

At the point

At the point
where salt marsh meets the sea
graceful s-curve wave lines
crash against the salt marsh tidal flow
crisscrossing arcs, like shards of broken glass,
dance for a minute in the risng sun
and are gone.

Saltmarsh Cartography

What looks like a satellite view of England and Scotland is in fact, December's first frost in the salt marsh.

Curving to the sea

Some mornings - the world is your oyster.....