Coyote Point

Coyote Point

I spread my plaid blanket in a small group of trees on this warm, pre-spring gloaming. The sunset’s glow on the wetlands is alive with orange, pink and red in an indigo frame as the egret and smaller waterbirds greedily feed. I lay down, take a deep breath of bayside air and watch the treetops for the first glittering stars to show up.

natures way
leaves me breathless
I manage a sigh

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub and Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.