Signs of Spring

Signs of Spring

The sea smoke salty air leads me down the grassy hillock

Towards the curved rocky shore;

Briny smells waft up and tingle

Me;

Mossy green and brown seaweed and kelp laid out

Exhausted.

Waiting

Just waiting

To be lifted and carried upon the tops of foamy waves.

I look beyond and below me.

Droplets suspended on the petals of pale pink tulips

Dancing back and forth to the steady beat of the rain

Craggy notches of the barnacled seashore look wizened and old

Wiser than I can only imagine.

Battered and bruised.

Holding onto and protecting seashell secrets.

I wait for the call of the seagulls following the wind

And I wonder.