A deep breath fills my brain, with a smorgasbord so grand,
Its perfume pure but sharp, opens a sensory wonderland.
All teasing thoughts of a pretty mermaid briefly disappear,
as waves smash against resilient rocks, sending mist into the air.
Frozen by the blast of salt spray, statuesque I barely move,
jagged rocks, tall like monoliths, as sea erodes a persistent groove,
Afore I leave this beach this eve, one final scan of my surrounds,
cold ears reinforce my vision, matching views with awesome sounds.
Beach graves swallow sea shells, like prisoners in straitjackets.
Seaweed, a twisted labyrinth, for crabs to dance their brackets.
A droplet begins a ripple, in a pond of never-ending symmetry, as
driftwood forms the headstone of crustaceans in a beach cemetery.
Towering cliffs buckle over, from constant blasts of eroding spray,
trapped beside this beach, if left too long an ocean will surely slay.
Suffocating sand- particles, engulfing my unsuspecting toes,
so one final photographic look, as nature’s jewel freezes for a pose.
As I leave, my eyes portray a crimson damsel’s shimmer,
or is it just a setting sun, as this brilliant light grows dimmer.
A mermaid maybe, it is my good wife, gorgeous and so slender,
here to remind me of the time and bring me home for dinner.