...blowin' in the wind

…blowin’ in the wind

On the Beach

On the beach, out of reach

     of the vicissitudes of living,

I contemplate the constancy

     of Nature.

Reflection

The countenance of the water

    reflects the attitude of the sky.

Sometimes it can’t help smiling;

    sometimes it has to cry.

 Power in Numbers

The billion billion grains of sand,

    Insignificant one by one,

Work together magnanimously

    To underly my summer fun.

Beach Walk

A walk upon the beach, of course,

    Exercises the body and

Increases blood flow to the brain,

    But mostly calms the soul in the

Wake of the waves’ refrain.

 Waves

Driven by winds of change

    beyond their own control,

they rise up high and mighty

    before they break upon the shore.

Beach Glass

 Nature’s awesome grinding glory

    Renders careless broken dreams

        To softly shining surprise.  

 Fickle Friend

The wind is a shifty companion,

    never to be trusted

This morning’s gently cooling breeze

    This afternoon is gusted.

Dionysian D

Over all is the sun,

    source of facts and rumors,

    deep tans and good humors.

As he grows large and red and low,

   people on the beach give thanks

   for one more day in Apollo’s golden glow.

Night

Night on the beach extends the reach

Of human beings for both the scope

And the focus of the sky.

The twinkling awe in the panaoply of stars

Fills the mind with one’s part

In the vastness of Nature.

The fire in the sand from driftwood at hand

Releases heat and light from the sun

To facilitate the fun

Of those gathered to celebrate the night.