An island out of time...
Where time has almost stood still...
Sea washed island of mine...
Are you a shell seeker?
Looking for a gift from the sea?
Could you spend a year by the sea?
Would you come away a changed spirit?
Sea washed and sun kissed...
My beautiful seagulls...
Their song is as soothing to me as the rushing of the waves...
The splash of ocean spray...
A foghorn beckons...
Or is it a ship leaving port?
It is time to return to the island cottage...
I will be greeted by the aroma of slow roasted chicken,
and vegetables...
Rosemary and lemon blossoms...
A sea fog settles over the island,
like a soft moist cloud.
A warm fire,
and a glass of wine...
Flannel pajamas,
some reading, and a little writing...
Peaceful bliss,
and soul renewal...
Teach us to number our days aright,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Psalm 90:12 NIV
Blessings,
Yaya
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