What is Born of Pastel Dawn

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Beach, Black and White, Brevard, December, Florida, Nature, Ocean, Photography, Poetry, Sand, Satellite Beach, Sea, Seagull, Surf, Surfing, Waves

Cacophonous wind carries seagull drawls,
the bell buoy’s alarm and bleating boats.
Sweet breaths take in morning laughter,
fingers skimming the chiming waters;

the harmony of the sea
tickling the Surfer’s soul,
saline breeze against His back,
breaking waves beneath His toes.

Crying plaudit, the art of elation,
wax and salt, and squinting eyes,
greet the sun of auriferous creation.

Glitters what is born of Pastel Dawn.

A sky of free-thought and clarity,
testing the nerves, tempting Humanity-

recall no concept of finality,
spill like a wingless cherub
smiling inside the curling blue.

Poised, there, in the Glass Barrel
is the conception of Stillness–
where the rains never penetrate.

Surfer, encompass the ride eternally-
the ocean pulses through Your veins.

Still Summer Sundered

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Still Summer sundered-

Distant storm smolders

Sunset swimming

On glazed Surf

Bruised horizon

Vomiting waves

Vanquishing this

Once sickly-placid

Ocean Lake

These Days at Sea

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Black and White, Carl Sandburg, Florida, Nature, Ocean, Photography, Satellite Beach, Surfing

“All day long in fog and wind,
The waves have flung their beating crests
Against the palisades of adamant.

My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago,
Curls of brown were slipping underneath his cap,
He looked at me from blue and steely eyes;
Natty, straight and true, he stepped away,
My boy, he went to sea.
All day long in fog and wind,
The waves have flung their beating crests
Against the palisades of adamant.”

-Carl Sandburg “All Day Long”

Thrive

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“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” -Mahatma Gandhi

These moments eternal, abiding with you, to Memory now transformed; but never I, to mourn, knowing, onward shall they thrive, a part of this emerald sea that is the life in me.

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” -George Eliot