Wonderment
Sunrise seemingly slept in this day
as remnants of moonlight remain
from wintersweet sky,
clouds seemingly hand-spun, perhaps felted.
Chaste mauves, mellow mangos, sedate grays
waterscape morning's horizon,
cocoon me between sand dunes
as if I'm a mermaid with sea-salted hair.
Battered coral and broken shells speckle and glint
beneath watchful eyes of seagulls pronouncing
"Day's begun!"; industrious scavengers
whose work has yet to be done,
begging, stealing. And I indulge them,
content to offer my bagel and a prayer,
watch both soar over heads of a mother and child;
remember when I first showed my babes
their first glimpse of the sea.
by Margaret Bednar, March 11, 2020
This is linked with "Poets and Storytellers United - Weekly Scribblings #10 - Early Bird or Night Owl?"
I just got back from a relaxed stay in Florida's (the USA's) oldest city of St. Augustine and the beach. Great food, great history, and glorious (gray) morning sunrises. The sun, even hidden behind the clouds, is a wonder to me.
