The waltz of the waves

Tossing and turning like a restless sleeper, Constantly shifting. Rearing their foamy heads, Flinging their frothy manes, They thunder towards the shore. Stilled, momentarily, By the fish that swim in their indigo depths. Reaching for the sun, crashing down, and rising every time they fall, They sway in time with the wheeling of the gulls.Continue reading “The waltz of the waves”