Sunrise on the Chesapeake

This isn’t really my home.
But I am home
Here on the water,
With the wake reaching backwards
And lures ringing against the rods.

On the horizon, blue meets blue on a strip of orange.
It’s a nice reminder of carefree summers,
Barefoot on the docks,
Living in swimwear.

I think about the leaves falling,
The barren promise of months of cold.
I’m grateful for today, this day that is just starting—
Watching the sunrise on the Chesapeake.

Nichole M. Dulin


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