Snow Meets Clouds by Lori L. Garske

Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter

From: Snow beneath whose chilly softness by Emily Dickinson

This morning’s Nor-easter as last night’s clouds. by ghinson

Now to her berth, the ship draws nigh:
We shorten sail, – she feels the tide, -
‘Stand clear the cable’ is the cry, -
The anchor’s gone; we safely ride.
The watch is set, and through the night
We hear the seamen with delight
Proclaim, – ‘ All’s well! ‘

From: For England When With Favoring Gale by Charles Dibdin

The Love Boat by Carlos Gotay Martínez

I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me,
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

From: Romance by Robert Louis Stevenson

Art by Mother Nature by KoolPix

O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, -
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.

From: Nature by Henry David Thoreau

Sea Oats and Sunset by Tuffy’s Mom

soon the eye of sky
bathed the pretty lass in marmalade;
there stood string of larks on bough
sing the jolly song of flowers

From: Pink Lady Love by Charlene Gray

Just another little boat by Kaoscube

When it gets too rough
out at sea
and I start to drown,
the water attempting to swallow me,
you are my rescuer.
My lifeboat.
You pull me aboard into
your warm embrace
and save me from
the turbulent emotions
of my inner ocean.

From: Lifeboat by Jennifer Lewis

Windy Beach by Yamaneko_

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.

From: Lines Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day by Anne Bronte

Beach Fence by Lori L. Garske

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

From: Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind by William Shakespeare

sunset grasses by zen

I felt the blowing of the wind
As it enters my soul from deep within
It entered my soul, and wouldn’t let go
It is the wind from where life begins.

From: Blowing Of The wind by Randy L. McClave

February Evening by midlander1231

I longed to view that bliss divine
Which eye hath never seen,
To see the glories of his face
Without the veil between.

From: In Memory of a Happy Day in February by Anne Bronte