Out My Window

Out of my beachside window I see the dawn, red each morn. The seascape a blue-white scene draped, Upon the green and yellow of the landscape, Of vegetation and ocean adorned by belt of sand, By hiss and fizz, roar and rumble, of waves relentless, Surging into the shallows and spreading gently onto sandflats, Like a bride's embroidered lace wedding veil impelled gently by the breeze. For every day here, is a celebration, a marriage of earth, sea, wind and waves. A scene repainted every morning by the sun that rises from the sea, Blushing the attendant clouds with red, orange and yellow flush. Casting bright sunbeams into the clouds above. My window a canvas on easel, for the seascape, Painted just for me, an escapee, An obsessed devotee of sea.