Twitter Project day 4

The ocean still seems restless today after days of winds. Wind plural, wind from the east, the northeast, the west. It moved fast slowed to a waltz and then was off again. Life on the west coast. This morning a raven in a treetop – black against a blue grey sky with the pale green accent of new leaves and old moss.

make the grand gesture
paint in words
a curve of wind meeting ocean
the lean of the moss crusted spruce
speaking to no one
the raven watches

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