The Beach II

White whorl of petals whirling in the sunlight,

Yellow center like the sun,

Grasses blowing, blurring my vision

As I stare at the horizon,


Blue ocean and blue sky,

As far as the eye can see,

White clouds billow and change,

Forms and faces appear and disappear,


Warm sand and soft cool breezes,

Toes touching textures

Of watery pebbles sand and shell,

And endless waves, endless waves.



Peter Lowell Paulson

March 8, 2011