On a desolate beach worn grey by winter,
a spent stream taken away with the tide
has laid out a silken fabric, folds billowing and bejewelled by a seashell,
as fine as anything created by the hand of man.
For even in desolation there can be beauty.
Archive for January 4th, 2012
Silken sand
Posted in Winter, tagged beauty, billowing and bejewelled, contemplation, desolate beach, photography, sand, silk, writing on January 4, 2012| 4 Comments »
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