I’m standing on the shore
toeing seashells and sand.
Sipping sweet milky tea
and remembering
Shells,
Mum,
Things.
Stormy skies seem so far away,
while the salty surface is calm.
Soft sounds of winter speak through
shy wavelets as they move closer.
Something cute breaks the surface,
many little bubbles begin to show.
Soft hues of grey, pink and blue,
they come from the dark cold.
Sunrise presents a pastel watercolour,
Showing us another day to live a life.
C & K 