The smell of the tide
as it crashes to shore
The drape of the green
beside the froth and foam
***** hidden in pools
The spray of salt
The grey of the rock
and cliff so white with chalk
Dainty daisies beneath my shoes
crushed as I walk
The cry of the gull
soaring above
Cracks and splits
moss creeping
and water seeping
and cascading down to the sea.
I long just to be by the sea.