Abstract Art

Ripples in the sand.
Wind-blown perfection,
mesmerizing
and colorless.

No signature.
None needed.
Some things transcend all of us.

About this poem

If you’ve been reading my posts the past couple of days, you know that I’ve been struck by the abstract art all around us, courtesy of God.

No museum needed.

Tom

PS – This was taken on a sandbar a bit east of Chatham, MA. I took the picture in color. It only looks black and white because… it is black and white.