Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Poem at the edge

 Waders dip their beaks
 A child dips her hand
 I dip my pen.
 Feeding at the edge
 We find
treasure.

14 comments:

Penny O'Neill said...

I never tire of your images by the sea, Juliet, nor your little one, gathering. This made for a beautiful and peaceful beginning to my day here. Thank you.

juliet said...

Penny, what a lovely comment. Thank you, and I'm glad this brought you peace.

Amanda Trought said...

Juliet, the photographs and the words are beautiful, there is so much treasure to be found in your blogx

juliet said...

Amanda, thank you for your kind words.

Hotly Spiced said...

The images are lovely but I'm wondering how she's able to run around in bare feet - I'm sure at this time of the year my feet would go completely numb. xx

juliet said...

Hi Charlie, I remember being barefooted all year round in Taranaki, which was much colder. Children seem to be tough. It's also sunny in that little bay, so that would have helped. Thanks for visiting.

Ruth P said...

Very beautiful, Juliet! A wonderful example of 'less is more'. Your post gives us a sense of your two experiences and opens things out for our own memories and discoveries as well!!

juliet said...

Ruth, what a lovely comment. Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to do. As I get older, I like to use fewer words and open up more space. Thank you.

Lynley said...

Lovely winter light Juliet.

juliet said...

Yes, it has its own special quality, Lynley.

cecilia buyswheeler gunther said...

ah the beach has such treasure.. lovely.. c

juliet said...

Celi, glad you enjoyed your visit to the sea. Thank you.

Marja said...

Gorgeous words and pictures. I really enjoyed this

juliet said...

Marja, thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed this post.