With clouds so low

you have to crouch

tunneling through

moisture as thick as mud

 

Afternoon rays

raise the ceiling

pelicans wing their way overhead

perfectly centered

between

blue skies

and

blue seas

Spring whispers

in the sea breeze

dancing intricate patterns

with shore bird partners

 

All the while my heart

beats out rhythms of summer

a song of longing

and anticipation.

©Douillard