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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Swirling Sea Dervish

Storm ravaged,
sand strangled,
swirling dervish;
a graceful sea ballerina no longer.

Why this longing to mourn?
Where have your lush locks shorn?

Gentle mother of the sea,
tossed amongst rock litter,
while stoic logs and reeds
cried silently to wailing winds.


  1. Great glow and such as nature, always turning and swirling about, having to give off its shout.

  2. what is that? it looks like some kinda tree...sad to see what is left after a storm...so disruptive to life...

  3. Brian, that is what is left of a huge bull whip kelp plant... Usually they are anchored to the sea floor and provide shelter for fish and animals like otter, but this one was pulled up and the thick leaves were shorn off... then the huge waves twisted it into a knot!