Beach Kiss poem

surfers

 

Crumbling, crushed seashells
lining my salty coast
An aching arm of whirlwind washes
odd-shaped pieces of driftwood, floats

Reflected from my coral etched sunglasses
kites, seagulls,  surfers everywhere
surfing the deep blue-green, water crashes
swirling foam turning into smiling, bubbling air

Smooth-tanned beach sand, pepper-like flecks of gold
absorbing loving, warm summer rays
Listening to my moody waves unfold

These endearing memories
of all my San Diego beaches, I really do miss
onto the next season of my life..
Never forgotten, strongly sealed with a kiss!

beach kiss poem© susan brady

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