A Day At the Cape Cod

Brunette shadows echo off of the afternoon; moving loftily through the atmosphere with cotton kisses Under a pastel, sea blue dome Star gazing pines stand tall and high Reaching up and out, for a brush of the sun Along the craggy path of thickened scrubs; Coarse sea plants engage, along the road White sands pose in piles, that look as though they were drawn, by an artist Toasted air passes by my window, as we approach the seaside The Atlantic Ocean haunts my senses Mounds of sand dunes reach up in spectacle, as their tall rough grasses shift in the breeze Swarms of bodies bathe by the waters Children swam in piles of sand , with buckets and shovels and laughter alike The soothing sounds of the waves - crashing along, in constant frantic motion We rest on our blanket of ease The sounds of the ocean caress and utter, in the breeze We are in a motionless trace of sight and sensations Locked in my memory, I have bottled a moment in time