
Poetry by Clemens Rettich
Business Coach, Writer, Workshop Leader
In the hot sun
Glued to the rocks
Grim and razor sharp
Dune grass and roses
Woven and rooted
Deep in the sand
Bending but rising
From any wind
Gulls on the shore
Heads tucked back
Waiting for the storm
Looking like
They will wait for . . . → Read More: It is in our blood




