Calm gravity of a misty morning rise —
Waves tickle the shoreline into a smile.
Cricket song lingers, entangled in the
Threads of the dawn, as
An invisible sun breathes light into the grey.
Gentle wind caresses my thoughts,
Smoothes them as it rumples my hair.
Furrowed trenches of worry disappear with the
Appearance of a fresh horizon
From beneath the clouds.
Trails of exploration, adventures to be had
Rise out of the liquid deep.
Souvenirs sparkle on the sand in the hopeful light,
Waiting to be caught
Deep into the warm pockets of memory,
Fuel for many days to come.