Thoughts of Sunrise

I am inland helping a friend today so cannot be at the beach. But I thought I would share some thoughts on a recent sunrise.

Sunrise

one lone star in the dark sky
a hint of rose on the horizon
the promise of a new day

the sea, like molten pewter
flowing toward the shore
the wet sand stretches out ahead of me
like a sheet of glass

seashells, dotted here and there
sea birds catch an early morning snack
glow on the horizon grows
orange ball rises from the sea

sun up

Love Florida Style

It was a blustery day and storms threatened. As the sun weakly rose above the dense cloud banks, a man was at work sweeping the sand. At first I thought he was raking the sand smooth, repairing the beach from someone’s sand castle the day before. when I got closer I found he was creating a large heart in the sand.

Brent of Better Together Weddings was creating the stage for a couple’s dream ceremony at the beach. They braved the wind and the stormy skies and were rewarded with the sun brightening for a little while.

Best wishes!

Go Fly a Kite

Since it is only a block or so away, I head to the beach almost every morning to watch the sunrise. I never know what the dawn will offer. Will the cool wind or threat of rain mean I have the beach virtually to myself or will there be a big audience for the sun’s debut? Will I find a calm sea and a sky washed in soft pastels or a churning surf under steely blue clouds? Will I see more pelicans, gulls, and sand runners or birds of the human variety?

 

This day the wind was blowing and the surf pounding — prefect for a little kite flying.

Look like fun?

Ode to the Road

Late winter dreary, cloudy and cold
Driving toward spring
Endless prairie, dotted by white barns and farms
Thin sliver of light hints at promise of sun and warmth

Rivers and lakes – water sparkling like diamonds
Meander through forests – sun flickering through the trees
Eagles soar overhead as red tailed hawk eyes me
Clumps of daffodils nod to a coming spring

Wiggle and waggle southward
Narrow roads with no shoulders
Houses with wide porches, doors open, folks rockin’
A church on every corner like gas stations back home

Signs of spring – grass greening
Apple and almond trees shimmering white
Wild plum and redbuds – splashes of color amidst dark, leafless trees
Creeks tumble over rocky beds, rushing with snow melt

Over Mont Eagle, down toward Nickajack Lake
Warm sunshine entices, stop to hike
Cloudland Canyon, home of the Cherokee
Waterfalls over ancient rock faces – awe inspiring

Winter fingers reach out to nip at fingers and nose
Run, run, run to warmth
Meander lost
Georgia stretches on and on at break neck speed

Florida at last – slow lane once more
Cracker style houses, horse farms, and forest green
Live oaks drip with Spanish moss
Wildflowers paint the roadside – purple and pink, yellow and white

Pines and palmettos
Give way to salt marsh and sawgrass
Ocean views and beach stretching on and on
Journey’s end