grass and wattle
Life sends up in blades of grass
its silent hymn of praise
to the nameless Light
Rabindranath Tagore
This beautiful fluffy grass is not an Australian native, and although I have known its name I can’t remember at present. It grows all around the local coastline and is exceedingly pretty at this time of year. We pick it as we walk back from the beach and playfully tickle each other, causing giggles and laughter!
Pinnacles Beach with grasses in foreground
This little beach faces south east, perfect when a strong nor-easter is blowing and you need some shelter. The climb down is steep so it is usually deserted. On this silvery silent morning the light infuses everything.
dadirridreaming 
You write beautifully and create poems behind your own back:
The climb down is steep
The beach deserted
On silvery silence
Morning light infuses
See?
I love “silvery silent morning” since it perfectly describes some dawns.
Thanks for the imagery.
doug, you are so kind, i have been smiling for days after reading this!
doug’s inner poet hears my voice
though soft and party hidden
his gentleness encourages me
to take time, go deep,
allow the heart to speak 🙂