The beauty of words

Sit, absorbing all its beauty
It may not be for every eye
As the saying goes
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”
Scanning the horizon
Weeds become flowers
Dark clouds a comfort blanket
High rolling waves white horses
Footprints in the sand a friend long past
Returning to sit with you awhile
A bird in flight, your plane ticket to sunnier climes
The far off bark of a dog the comfort of an open fire
Sittng absorbing nature and all its beauty
Alone on a sand bank
Allow the mind wander.
(c) Chris Black. January 2018.