The morning stole through the early hours

The  blue Ocean lay vast and bare

Sun bled through the nimbus clouds

Golden rays caused me to glare

Below my view on rocks at shore

Is a fisherman waiting for more

Inhaling sea and salty fumes

He stoically waits for a bite

The sea tickles and taunts his toes

Swelling white spumes too and throw

I watch my thoughts drift and float

Disintegrating into the breeze

I breathe out a heavy sigh of relief

As muscle tension drains from me

Seagulls screech and hover near

I hear the crickets chirping

Gods chorus of Summer is here

Image and Poem by Wendy Norman