A Morning Walk
I walked the warm sands
earlier that day,
watching the tides
ebbing, flowing,
gracefully like,
flowers swaying in a breeze.
sunlight’s aubade fingers
caressed my face,
lending an air of gentility
to an already blissful morning.
A lone rowboat, wet with ocean saliva,
sat freshly, tethered, near a pier.
Tiny cats-eye and auger shells,
peeking from the glistening sands,
free for the taking, presented
themselves willingly;
I collected them for jewelry making.
I remember daydreaming up a necklace
as a gull flew above me, creating
a tranquil breeze.
There’s nothing quite like the beauty
of a warm, sandy, sunrise beach.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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