Accabonac Harbour a place of harmony...

This is the second poem in series about Accabonac Harbour on the east end of Long Island. This writing deals with the sense of harmony and balance that I often envisioned as I made extended walks on the roadside next to the harbour. A very special and serene place it was for me;


Black & White on a bed of green embers

By the verdant marshes
of Accabonac Harbour
I caught a white seagull
landing–
near the soft-

edged,
un-
dulating
shore–

not far
from a few nestled, black wrens.
It was there
in the plain, flat light
that
slanted.
against a beach grass burning green fires
that nature’s splendor reared
its simple wonders;
Black & White on a bed on green embers...