Seasons of the Waves
By Stella A
White whirling mares glimmer as they gallop
Pearly foam swallowing sun-bleached shores
Gulls croon merrily as they bathe in the blinding rays
Stray brinies crest out in the indigo as it bleeds to emerald blue
Autumnal chill settles like a blanket on the dunes
Arching feathered blotches painted on faraway skies
Casting shadows that fade upon melancholy depths
Dune shrubs steadfast, while elsewhere leaves fade to gold
Abrupt cold startles the steeds and they escape their reins
Silvery bodies rollicking, surging, crashing on crystal sand
Adorning wind-battered grass salty jewels
Above, clouds grumble, scowling down at spindly driftwood ghosts
Now the flowers emerge shyly, petals dainty and new
A playful gust snatching at their scent, teasing ‘til they giggle
The tide’s subdued exhale caresses lichen-frosted rocks
In beauties young and old, the serenity is restored