Tanka: Incoming Tide

a brindle whippet in a red jacket on top of the dunes
close up of a smiling brindle whippet in a red jacket between marram grass

incoming tide –
how fast it reclaims the sand
and rocks
the bladderwrack’s
golden colours

© Xenia Tran

close up of wet bladderwrack on the sands

Wishing you all a happy Thursday and a peaceful rest of the week,

with love from Misty and Xenia xxx

Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.

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Author: whippetwisdom

The stories, poems and photographs on this blog are the original creative work of Xenia Tran. Inspired by life in the Scottish Highlands and in awe of nature she gives voice to the wisdom of her adopted and fostered whippets.

24 thoughts on “Tanka: Incoming Tide”

    1. Thank you kindly dear J.W., it sounds like you need to be aware and mindful of these tides! There are places in the West where the tides roll in with the speed of a galloping horse too. Thankfully here in the North East, the tides are less extreme and we can plan our walks more easily 🐾💛🐾

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  9. SMiLes Dear Xenia
    Raised on A River
    And Before i Could
    Speak At 4 Always
    Mesmerized By
    The Tides And

    Gifts Both Low
    And High Bring

    Multi-Colored Crabs in the

    Shallows to See And Giant Alligators

    my Grandmother Warned Us at High

    Tide As She Said if You Put Your Finger

    IN the Water An Alligator Will Bite it Off

    Anyway Hehe

    We Never
    Drowned
    on A River

    Bank at
    High Tide

    And i Still Have no
    Desire to Swim With
    Alligators at High Tide

    Yet It’s True That River
    in The Middle Is 80 Feet
    Deep Gorged Out For Big
    Ships Carrying Pine for the
    Lumber Mill For A Mill Town
    Last Century Originally Named

    Hell As the Folks Weren’t So Nice And
    Then Scratch Ankle For the Berry Bushes
    on The River Banks Then So Much Change on A River Indeed

    As They Tore Our Old Shot Gun House Down And Now It’s A
    Park Where The Town Celebrates The 4th of July And Other

    Bands
    on the
    River
    Bank Events…

    Yet the Railroad Trestle
    A Stones Throw From Our
    Home on Concrete Blocks
    That Used to Shake The Floor

    Is Still The Same As Ever With
    Haunting Echoes of

    Train Whistles

    Capsule

    of Time

    Forevermorenow

    Held on A Bridge
    Of Rail Road Tracks Still..:)

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