Softly, waves strike a wall
as i dip my toes in.
Elsewhere, rocks are lightly lapped
and a froth forms.
Kissed by the calm breeze,
i almost miss that with that wind
comes thick'ning clouds.
Serenity--man's hands make God's work
more accessible (if less untouched).
I scan the sky:
A dome in transition, from pale, puffy blue
to glowing, golden white
to thick grey
bringing with it heavenly water
which longs to meet its earthly sister.
Michael D. Springstead