Cliffs by Ash Dahl
Craggy cliff faces cave to the ocean’s commanding caress
Waves tirelessly trample towards titanic rocks that tower against them
Little by little the cliff transforms
Softer sediments are stripped aside, a stark scaffolding stays
Weathered walls are worn and well-formed
Once ornery and unrefined now opulent and orthodox
Stone arcs span over the scintilla of sand, sinking to subterra
A vessel, vacant of varicose variables
Reigned in, rained on, radiance remains.
I'm Ash Dahl, a Pagan from Portland and I'm heavily inspired by nature and the my spirituality. I also enjoy fishing, meditating and playing the flute.