by Matthew Rehrl MD | Poetry, Writing
Nature’s first sundial, Winter beach o’clock: p.m. This tree is now dead.
by Matthew Rehrl MD | Poetry, Writing
Step, step, step, step, step The boundary of the ocean Awaits your wading.
by Matthew Rehrl MD | Poetry
Wind sculptures the tree Nature’s chisel: relentless, Bended, not broken.
by Matthew Rehrl MD | Poetry, Writing
Low tide, unmasking The ocean is far away, Floating again soon?
by Matthew Rehrl MD | Poetry, Writing
White rainbow in trees Without color, not pretty— Just a fading streak.
by Matthew Rehrl MD | Poetry, Writing
Turtle on a log, Soon time to take a cool dip, The back shell is hot!
