The breeze clocks ‘round and freshens
Laughing sailors spring to tend the sheets
Necks crane to watch the telltales flutter
All hands eagerly the wind shift greet
The tide goes slack and then reverses
The exposed concealed with each new flood
Just to resurface high and dry again
As moon’s silent tug stirs Bay and blood
Ospreys return and build their nests
Battling eagles for fish with talons drawn
And the horseshoe crabs with one sudden mind
All swarm the beach to mate and spawn
Waves wash the sand from shore to shore
Moving rhythmically with their reminder
Things always change and only change
And nothing could be kinder
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin, February 2011. All rights reserved.
As a person deeply connected to the seasons and cycles of growth, your poetry makes me swoon to the core of me. Simply beautiful.