Spruce,
sage and ever green -
smells here drip like honey
from the sense to the page.
Bundled
fur nests
dangle precariously
from molting branch bark.
Cream foam, aqua-marine dream
Sea boulders,
crushed, worn thin, suffocated
by the white explosion breakers.
A lonely silver gull sailing
reminds of the promise of peace
Unknown
blues and greens,
color the deep.
White paints the coasts with crashes.
Something invisible
scurries away to weeds.
Violets, iris', wallflowers
dabble the trail,
pure nature.
Gnarled,
ladder trees
reach where mighty waves
cause no damage
near the sky heaven.
The surf
climbs cliffs,
Poseidon's insane rage
calmed only in retreat
Sea otters,
like old logs,
roll with the waves,
eating kelp and shell fish
for their animal feast.
Calypso's
cave
on a sullen hill
crying within the fallen bramble forest.
The ocean
breeze
penetrates the skin
and makes the soul
whole and real again.
Sea spray
lathers the lips with salt-
the taste of great ocean
and the whale.
Every sense
is opened,
in the ancient way,
a communion with the spirit
of pure life.