Beach Painting Walking along near the rolling high tide, casting my thoughts, like nets through the swells floating a glance at the buoys that bob under the echoing chime of sea bells. Distant, the island now rising from sleep, waits in a cloudy haze blended with sky; Softly the gulls and the boats on the waves, settle like shells where the sandy mounds lie. Catching a gust with my skirt in the wind, twisting a smile as I pull up my hair; Morning, my painting in pastels of blue, depicts on a memory of summer’s sweet air. |
