
WPC: Danger

My path took me to the waters edge
and pulled me back
feet on the sand
of moveable ground
And my eyes upon the skies
of appearing
pink hues of
another sunset
Release to resolve
is the talk of the wind
caressing my hair
than saltiness on the lips
The words are now far behind
and impressions
not yet made
in the sand ahead

Daily Post: Lifestyle
As the end of the day
merges into night
the clock pushes
the minutes into hours
turning over to the next day
What will tomorrow bring?
that will be told tomorrow
As time shrinks to midnight
I am grateful for all that is
All that has been told
Day merges to night
Turning over through midnight
As moments unfold
For #NaPoWriMo
This is a haibun, a combination of prose poem and haiku.