Seaside Seasons

“…inspiring the cresting moon to glow….”

Taken to feather soft downy

Fog rolls over the estuary

Flocks of seagulls take wing

Asking nothing of the sun

Moss hangs yonder from aging pine casting shadow on aging ground

Mounds of grasses turning emerald with patient envy  in their wait for winter’s slumber to awaken

As waves beyond rock from out to sea in metronome time

A lone heron rides the cresting air in search of resting tide

The air is shifting from summer’s heat into brisk humidity as days shorten yielding to darker times

She dips her broken wings in ebony ink writing

to cover up her scars

sending pain up to heal in the heavens as angels sang

her story lightening up

ancient constellations

Inspiring the cresting moon to glow


with envy in her brilliance.

The Lightness of Ebb

“…beckoning her soul towards ease…”


On high upon craggy palisades

deep with enchantment

in vegetative trance

warm from weeding steadily

with back towards sun and busy happy hands rich with earth

distant rumbling waves ebb

and bound

beckoning her soul

towards ease.

Here and now

Inhaling….exhaling….

steady as she flows

riding crests of waves’ tempo

constant ruminations and mundane stressors of daily life, slip and ebb easily away persistently.

Soothing deep exalted breaths,

they are,

these waves

casting hook, line and sinker

easily an epiphany revealed

reminding her to dive in deep into this velvet green vision

and labor of love.

A veritable gentle giant

force of nature

is this ocean drawing breath,

snoring softly like a sleeping lover upon shores where sealions bask and bark

under mid-day sun calming toil and tribulations

now easily turning up seaglass held momentarily to the sun like gems tumbling kaleidoscope fashion within the curling foaming sea.

A lone lizard scatters bravely abrupt as she walks amoung tufts of yarrow and coastal rosemary ready for the bloom any day now

then settling on a nearby stone warm and rugged, it

gathering rays

rests peacefully again.

Winter has yet to yield fully here as a lone ruby breasted hummingbird zips across her earshot searching for bottlebrush nectar dizzy by the touch of probing beak.

A lone ranger butterfly briefly settles on stone buddha Boulder larger than God hanging on to the last of the enlightening shore

sitting still in motion

keeping good company

in sacred space recalling this once-upon-a-time

angel of a being now in heavenly good graces watching over now land of legacy and recapitulated kindred sons and daughters who still frolic and marvel in these gardens made of driftwood dreams and soft sand.

Under canopy of cloudless sky

Winds whipping up hair and shawl

she once again finds her breath easily in steady waves lifting all woes from previous days

And no longer biting her lip,

she embraces this seaside moment.