The ocean welcomes
Jubilant waves rush to greet
Like a dear, old friend
It is a gray day
Yet this small, secluded cove
Is colored with life
From towering cliffs
To effervescent tide pools
True beauty abounds
Stoic pelicans
Soar in orderly fashion
Patrolling the coast
The beach is littered
Pink seaweed, mussel shells, kelp
Nature’s partied hard
My toes in the sand
I rest on a driftwood log
Breathing poetry....
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