Rambling

"Rambling is a mood enhancer and it is during my ramblings that Nature talks to me in inaudible whispers and I am struck by the silent beauty around me" _By Poet As the shadows began lengthening, I slowly walked to the seashore, Through the cobbled path, With stinging stones under my feet, And piles of golden clouds floating above, Enjoying the whistling of the wind through the reeds, Inhaling the saline air, smelling of rotting seaweeds. Along the margin of the vast strand, I rambled for long Feeling the foamy fringes of water lapping at my feet And sensing the sand slipping away under my feet I watched the gentle undulating billows. Rolling their silver volumes As if to die away on the happy shores The sapphire waters and the roaring waves The churning tides and the feathery foam Made me wonder at the horror and beauty, That inbred dichotomy Nature carries within With such surreal beauty surrounding me I yearn to ramble on and on till the end of time, Like a recluse with only the company of the sea at my side The wet sand under my feet and the clouds above my head! April.5. 2023 ~ Placed First~ Writing Challenge ‘R’ Words Poetry Contest Sponsor. Constance La France