4:15am…
shoes on, journal in hand
off to the beach
3 wild turkeys strutting their stuff
taunt me in my rush
open sunroof - soft spring air
heavy with dew not yet landed
gray watercolored sky
a magnificent backdrop for the
red and white light house
circling around and around
searching for a single soul
to guide to safety
no one to be found - is it me?
there is a brand new day
hovering in the air
a sliver of light
shifting from baby pink to
a deeper peachy promise
growing from side to side
demanding a landscape view
changing by the second
mist and fog blowing in from the right
gradually obscuring the inevitable moment
and just like that
dawn fades from view
walking away
head down
I spy a beach rose bud…