At the edge...

A few stray leaves look on.

I see the in between spaces
What lies beyond.

A wire misses the horizon's outline,
Life happens in these gaps that go unseen.

The ever moving waves,
The stillness of space,
I gaze as it reflects in me.

Nature sketches an image
Colours and shades too
An art ever evolving
A sign of moving on.

A part of the design,
I pause at the horizon...

Then...
Silently move on.

[Graham Thresher]

Beautiful and lovely verse. Fav

[Call me Joe]

Lovely- fav:)

[Veena Gupta]

Beautiful, Amrita. Fav.