California Style Morning
Grey stillness clutches morning sky,
not willing to release the sun.
Between the slate horizon line,
low flying seagulls slice the fog.
A piquant smell of saline mist,
released by crashing ocean waves;
drifts hauntly over barren beach.
True nature’s breath of living sea.
White fragments of sand dollars spilled,
along the water’s broken edge.
Low tide’s exposing gift, tossed free -
from tumbling ’round the ocean floor.
Salt air surmounts steep rocky cliffs,
dull silhouettes of coastal trees.
Commanding roar, the siren’s song -
brings high tide, California style.
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