The boardwalk…


The boardwalk…

The dancing Lake Huron surround us,

you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder,

studying the lake.

I tell you,

I love the simple days when we can feel the water against our feet.

The morning sun against our skin and

the world seem so far away.

Your morning smile and the 6 am hot coffee,

utopia for my heart.

You take my right hand and we follow the boardwalk to the end.

You whisper.

I love the great lakes, I love the morning silence.

You and I,

kindred spirits following the Port Austin boardwalk every morning and

seeking some calmness and some peace.

I love our mornings walks and I love you dear, honey, sweetie.

I tell you, I love you more. …

Dancing Coyote

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