hugs the shore
muffling the roar.
misting my hair.
I walk the water-hardened sand
waiting to see the sun rise and color the land.
Distant banks of fog billow and drift
while waves crash quietly and hiss.
Water glides in with a gentle ebb and flow
as birds stand nearby, silent and slow.
The white, hot orb slowly appears
on a blanket of clouds, wet and smeared.
|Dawn - Ocean City, New Jersey|
coloring the hush.
in a quiet way.
- mARTa weller, November 2002