February 23, 2020

Word picture February 23, 2020

All night, we lay comfortable and warm,

Between clean sheets,  under a fluffy duvet.

Both doors are wide open to the Atlantic.

The cold night air rushes in,

Bathing us in the soothing,relentless, 

Pulsing, swish and thunder of the sea.

With the morning sky,

Comes a blush of rose along the horizon.

The cliff, still in deep mauve shadow, 

Is home to the flocks of swallows

That race across the sky.

My foreground is crisscrossed with

Power lines and weathered tile roofs.

Just for a second, I lock eyes with a lone sparrow

Sitting right in front of me.

Dozens of seagulls slowly flap overhead.

A high one flashes pink as it catches the morning light.

The lines of waves in the dark cerelean sea continue to roll in.

Now in addition to hearing them,

I watch as they explode in glory, fury, froth and mist.

Flashes of early morning light race along the top.

And then the wave is spent,

Rejoining our world as just droplets of water.