A Caribbean Morn

A Caribbean Morn I watch as the sun comes in gracefully like the opening of a hibiscus, waiting to bloom. As the aurora radiates above the trees black birds flock, blotting the dawning skies; constantly perched looking out, like soldiers guarding the never ending shoreline. Golden rays prance across the rippling deep as flying fish skim the salty surface. The tide is low this morn, leaving sea treasures scattered ashore like gifts imparted by the unknown. Giant turtles glide under the ocean's summit, granting a glimpse of the endangered out there. Here comes the early sea bathers, the elderly holding hands wading out in the shallow blue. Loud din from the fisher-folk rising from afar Soon boats will launch and calm will return to the peaceful and tranquil morn, when I can hear the rustling of the bladed orchestra swaying to the beat of the cool island breeze. This is the start of a Caribbean Morn. **** Written by: Liz Ward June 30th, 2016