Marina evening

A kiss of a wing on the water,
A mallard in flight in the air,
A whisper of breeze in the treetops,
These moments of beauty I share.
sunset basin 2
The sun growing tired in the distance,
The moon rises to take its place,
A silver orb in sharp profile,
A pathway reflected with grace.
The wildlife noise echoes around us,
Each making its presence known,
Lilies extend from the reed beds,
Once hidden, but now overgrown.
bb at sunset
Ripples and boats start a-bobbing,
Their size is no matter to all,
Day’s light fades casting shadows,
Becoming as one with nightfall.

Photos: my own of the marina at night.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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7 Responses to Marina evening

  1. colinandray says:

    Looks lovely and peaceful. Just the time get up on deck with a Scotch (and probably a couple of rocks) and contemplate the day before retiring to bed …. after Maggie has “done her thing” of course!! πŸ™‚

  2. Mary Job says:

    Powerful scenery πŸ’•

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