Crumbling, crushed seashells
lines the salty coast.
Armed whirlwind washes over
some driftwood that gently floats.
Reflected on my coral etched glasses
kites, seagulls, surfers everywhere
surviving the hard, deep water crashes
Swirling foam, forms into bubbling air
Smooth-tanned beaches, pepper flecks of gold
raining orange-yellow summer rays
Watching moody waves unfold
These endearing memories
of my San Diego beaches, I really do miss…
onto the next season of my life , never forgotten
gently sealed with a kiss.
(Beach Kiss poem by Susan Brady)