Despite Gray Horizon
Precise strings of pelicans
trailed by disorganized sea gulls
slide across shore fog scrim,
vanish beyond Moonstone Beach.
Our dogs snooze on the sofa,
absorb warmth from morning’s fire.I settle in breakfast nook,
admire an explosion of sea lavender,
pink-flowered hottentot fig,
watch a white egret plucking fish
from miniscule tide pools.Blackbirds hector a soaring hawk.
Ground squirrels poke their heads
outside underground burrows.
Slap and whoosh of turning tide
punctuates stony coastline.Wind-blown serenity instigates spindrift,
nourishes my hungry soul.
I give thanks for yellow fiddleneck shoals,
shaggy blue lupine mounds,
golden brackets of poppies.
July 2025
