Early Morning Rockport, Front Beach

 

Rising ridges

waves roll forward

faint pink – no, gold – no, pink.

A break of white flows past the boulders

sends pebbles sliding

forward and back

sounding advance

sounding retreat.

Just a peep of pink past cloud bank

now a glimmer

now full hue

orange vivid globe emerges

palette shifts violet

salmon, gray, blue.

Seagull searches fresh-made tide pool

drinks, throws head back

flexes wings.

Pipers dart on spindly legs

here and there at breakneck speed.

Woman barefoot crosses beach

footprint, footprint, cane print, foot

stops and leans on slab of granite

waits, inhales

watching still another sunrise

over the restless, restful sea.

    ~ Kate Lydon Varley