5 august




At the start of august
evenings stretch out 
slow and silky
longer now and savory
high tide
rising on my heels

Comments

  1. Pondside4 August 2014 at 20:29

    Lovely. There's no heat like the heat of an August night, even at the shore.

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  2. Unknown5 August 2014 at 03:41

    Calm and intens blue picture. Love the poem too!

    JetteMajken

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  3. Patty Sumner5 August 2014 at 06:46

    I was just telling my hubby this early this morning.. It is still so dark...no early sunset...days are getting shorter... August is here! I must admit I love when the evening get slower due to early darkness...makes us slow down prepare for the Winter... Have a blessed day!

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  4. Viv@Thoughts from the Desktop5 August 2014 at 09:39

    Oh lovely, no sun today here just lots and lots of rain !!!

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  5. Pearl5 August 2014 at 10:45

    those last two lines nail it.

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  6. Andrea @ From The Sol5 August 2014 at 11:50

    Looks cool and comforting ... I can feel the cool on my feet as the rest of me suffers the heat. Beautiful painting ...

    Andrea @ From The Sol

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  7. Mary5 August 2014 at 11:57

    So beautiful. Love this! :)

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  8. Felicia5 August 2014 at 14:54

    pretty

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  9. Joyful5 August 2014 at 15:03

    Lovely painting and poetry.

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  10. Anonymous5 August 2014 at 16:21

    Just like a watercolour!

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  11. Marilyn5 August 2014 at 19:13

    This looks like a beautiful piece of fine art! What a lovely treatment of your image.

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  12. Jill6 August 2014 at 09:03

    It's been so long since I've seen a beach. Your photo makes me want to travel!

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  13. Unknown7 August 2014 at 08:22

    Lovely effect!

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  14. EarlK7 August 2014 at 15:52

    Magnificent. Beautiful.

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