… on maine whispers


Beach Rose as Fog Rolls In

Maine Whispers

If whispers had wings,
And carrying things,
They’d drop fog
Softly into my cove

To silently wander
Hither and yonder
Haunted breath
Without tethers would rove

Over mastheads and spruce
Compelled to seduce
All it touched
All it kissed, all it loved

Caressing each rose
O’er rocky shore flows
And I’d pause
Gazing down from above

This fog I’d not trade
For a warm, sunny day
On the sands
Of Caribbean seas


This grey I’ll embrace
As the fog leaves its trace
on my heart
Salt and pine in its breeze.

– Lisa Dingle

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