robin levandov

EYE RHYME

Drawing in my breath

Winding roads, expansive views

Raw, wild, magic

Ocean

Devotion

Shifting winds

Ebbing waters

Tempest

Inundation

Layer, scrape, repeat

Evading time

Drawing up a storm

Bewitched

On the first night of my first stay in northern California, 

The earth shook.   This is my winter home.

Millions of years ago, lava spewed and the seafloor slowly

moved east, sliding under our continent.  Today, in the morning, I walk along 

the ancient seabeds, gathering pretty green and red pebbles. 

Fog blankets the golden hills, raw earth and alkali flats.

By night, the sky is lamp black, silent.   Glittering.

There are no words.

 
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