Waves of the West

Yes, I know friends; those who've written for updates... thanks; so here's one for ya. Composed a few months ago when images of such things came to mmined. I love the west coast, more than most coasts; at least at this point. Here's why:

WAVES OF THE WEST

I DO miss the smell of the beach,
Hypnotic scents of time to sand,
Gazing; trickling, dripping, slipping
Through slivers, fists unfolded
In the palm of mmy hand.
I miss finding peace,
While reaching too;
Over and through heavens shades
Walking; dune spills into moonlight,
Stars light soaring, grassy islands
Spawning thin, thick, green, towering,
Wild, dried blades cowering;
Swaying smoothly or
Cackling tempestuously.
No direction mist,
With each kiss of summer’s
Fall’s turmoil, drumm is.
Mad, more brutal winter’s winds
Stage a violence, rage page, grim;
Two never forgotten in a haze
I sat, raptured in warmth of the day,
Evening’s cool,
Coldest of nights,
Smiled, screamed triumph, jewels!
Cried in awe of
Tranquil golden dusks,
See gulls, sandpipers
Lust to fly, sail gusts;
Each awakening Shine of
Dawn’s trial by fire
Brilliant beams traced
Sun’s face swelled in
Fusing mmelodies din
Changing rhythms, spins
Renewing, re: viewing fins
Rushing to revere, swim with
Waves of the west.