Wednesday, October 19
Suds quiver like jello on the edge.
A grain of sanderlings skitters along the water,
and one seems to surf a wave.
A pair of gulls gaze out at who knows what.
An older couple about my age,
with rolls exposed, strolls past,
she in a two-piece and he in a Speedo,
both dark-tanned and unashamed.
The waves flaunt their muscles,
fold over on themselves
and rush back to the sea,
only to return with majesty.
I kick off my sandals
and let God wash my feet.
Lovely, Sandra! Thank you for sharing this. 🙂
Thanks for reading, Bethany. 🙂
This is wonderful, Sandy! There’s nothing like the ocean to awaken the senses.
Thanks, Carol. So many benefits come from the sea.
Yay! Sandy’s photographing the beach! And writing about it!
😀 😀
The smile factor is quite large in this poetical offering! I like every bit of it.
My smile factor is quite large whenever I see you here, Miss Darlene. Thanks, friend. 😀