My day begins with such delight.
With glee surfers glide on a glass-blue floor
while sandcastle dreams return to shore.
The sand is mellow, the sea breezes slight
the afternoon heat brings white hot light.
With sand underfoot as I gaze out to sea
where horizons and oceans push to be free.
The gulls sweep for scraps as they swoop all around
Their caws in the distance no eerie sound.
The waves stretch up, the breakers crash down
with seashells like fossils found in the ground.
When amber mirages retreat for the night
then shades of pastels herald twilight.
Yvonne A,
June 2020
Another beautiful poem, and this one in my favorite environment of all - Tom
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