The heavenly blue of the morning sky is born
adorned with fluffy white clouds that entertains
my mind with pictures that out of the clouds
Cool sand upon my feet, where I buried them
from the sun's heat. I take in the smell of the
salty beach, where today I find my retreat.
Creamy colored sand lays wake to the next
rushing turquoise wave, from the sea.
The Seagulls are singing their song, as all the
bronze colored tourist, put their sunblock on.
Vendor's voices echoing in the wind, Hotdogs,
Cokes and peanuts, were open from 8 til......then
another turquoise wave rolls in, bringing with it the
breeze that drowns out the voices of the vendors again.
Multi-colored towels all lined in a row, like a
beautiful rainbow laid upon the sand below.
When the day has passed and the sun sinks
below the saw grass. I can't think of a better
place to be, than down by the enchanting sea.
Mood light and sunny
Ready for some good party
Dancing in the heat
Nights clammy and wet
Watching stars till midnight
Love making so fun
Days bright and so hot
Out is the bikini suit
Seas invite me in!
Sifting warm sand
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains
glitter my palm.
the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while
under the rocks,
my bare feet
swirl patterns in the sand
as I watch
a beach life unfold.
set up home
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags
spilling with towels
strewn all around,
a picnic stored
under an umbrella,
skip giddy with glee,
scent of sunscreen
on lily white limbs.
My gaze drifts to
little pink sisters,
bubbling with desire.
straggle the sand,
wrapped in a world
of castles and dreams.
They stud mounds
with pearly shells
At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
into an icy sea.
splash and play,
high jumping the waves.
Ball punched into the air,
in an explosion
of salty laughter.
Strolling the tide line,
bare feet on wet sand,
I bask for a moment
beneath a honey sun,
on a diamond afternoon.
MMC © 2011
Deep in the woods,
the branches dance in the wind,
wild and free,
Spreading their fragrance for
you and me.
Wild flowers sway,
as the wind try's picking them up,
Their roots planted firmly,
as they flow from side to side,
showing us all their glory,
and our makers touch inside,
shadows follow as they calmly go slow,
Deep in the woods,
time is well known,
as night takes hold,
until the morning,
when light takes control.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
The shore is what I have seen since I was little
when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
to notice the path was so warn out to me.
The little strides I took was not so bad
it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
that I could look out and see the sand.
The look in her eyes was so beautiful
it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
to not worry about the pain she pictured.
The final walk up to get home was a bummer
because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
that is when I said, I will be back I swear.
The path might be warn more and more out
even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
with time I get smarter and much bolder.
I miss Fall colors.
Monterey's only seasons:
Foggy and rainy.
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
New York City
I see the waves on the surf and the golden sand.
A beautiful day like this is in demand.
The breeze blowing in from the sea is cool.
I enjoy it since the kids are back in school.
The beach is not so crowded today.
The summer tourists have gone away.
They are living their lives as they have gone home.
Today, I have plenty of room to roam.
There is bright sunshine and crisp salty air.
On the boardwalk, I have much room to spare.
I enjoy the beach much more in September.
A day like this is what I want to remember.