Crinkling ripples gaily roll
to romp with little children
on slushy, sandy slopes.
Quiet skiffs are gently moored….
A blue haze softly lingers
to muffle gulls squawking drawls.
Relentless nature spells her toll
in dimpled thighs of matrons
and dashes children’s hopes
as white fringed waves rush landward,
and with icy fingers
batter fragile castle walls.
Through the haze the sun’s pale glow
glazes bodies bronze again
’til chilling gusts evoke
goose bumps and a move toward
warmth across the grassy moors.
The sun slips while hunger calls.
( E. Goehringer – copyright)