I saw her today her presence was immense.

I first spotted her from the boardwalk beyond the broken fence.

Her breaking waves shimmered in the warm December sun.

It made me think back on the past summers of fun.

My dog chased the seagulls that were sunbathing on the sand.

I went to her edge so to taste the salt from my hand.

I made a chair of some driftwood that had found its new resting place.

Time was of no worry; the chores of the day had lost their haste.

White sand was flowing across the beach as if it were a skirt.

All of nature was working in harmony, a dance, a shimmer, a flirt.

 Frankie Scavullo