Love of the Bay

Easy to write about
The beloved.
A deep blue Bay
Against coniferous glory.
Stablished on Igneous Rock.
Aromas unforgettable.
I take a walk.
Come near a precipice.

Dizzying height.
Lean over to catch
Shimmering waters.
One canoeist way
Out yonder.
Might I fall, slip.
Not a chance.
God is surely here.
And I am in His Hand

A white throat sparrow
Affirms the fact.
And laughing gulls
Give the Greek Chorus.
With zeal.