On a day like today,gray and overcast,cold and damp, it’s hard to want to leave one’s house to go out side, much less talk a meandering walk up a path like this one.Here’s where fantasy and having a vibrant and populous imagination can usually help out. Normally looking at pictures like this one I took some years back , can awaken my muse and allow my imagination to go on journeys and jaunts that lift my spirits and even bring out the warm fuzzies inside on occasion but it’s just not working today. Guess the winter doldrums have set their vicious claws into my psyche and it is going to take some major chocolate or something similar to cause my smile muscles to work and to give my frown muscles a rest.
I feel the need for warm sunshine and the sights and sounds of the ocean life today, perhaps now is the time to visit it again.
The warm sun beams
Down on my face
The sea gulls cry noisily
Off in the distance
As they dive then soar
The tide rolls in and out,
Taking bits of junk
And bringing back more than it took
Constantly changing the shoreline
Children laugh and scream as they play
In the foamy surf
Advancing bravely into the water
Then noisily retreating as the waves roll in
A radio suddenly blares out as the youthful sun worshipers
Prepare to offer themselves up as sacrifices
To the sun.
A mother calls to her small brood when they venture
Too close for comfort to the deep water
On the horizon, a trawler plows through the blue
Water ,loaded with shrimp and lobster
Warm sand shifts beneath my feet and a cool
Ocean breeze slides across my face
I am in paradise.
Shore Paradise by Brenda E. Holmes