The Rosary Sings

For as long as I can remember, I've been writing poetry and especially Haikus.  I don't follow strict rules of subject matter but I do try to follow the 5-7-5 pattern.  Sometimes, as in the fourth stanza here, it doesn't work.  The mood I'm reaching for needs more.  Then I simply, without apology, take poetic liberty.

Chilly. Windy. Fresh.

The river invited me and

The Rosary sings

My lips murmured 

My heart gathered strength and

The Rosary sings

Quietly sitting

All my efforts finished

The Rosary sings

Sunlight pours on sand

Clouds spread, inky light darkens

But . . .

The Rosary continues to sing