In the Morning, by the Sea

  

In the Morning, by the Sea
  

  

Dawn touches Bratley View, in the New Forest, England -- by Martin Dixon
  

I have woken in the springtime, in the summer, in the fall,

I have woken and I’ve shivered in the early morning chill.

I have walked upon the pathways that were wetted with the dew,

I have walked towards the shoreline, when the stars were burning still.

I have woken, when the sky was dark, but lighter in the east.

I have seen the colors brighten, watched them slowly change to warm.

I have seen the glowing sun rise up, above the rippled sea,

I have looked upon the waters red and breathed the morning calm.
  

I have watched the seagulls flying, and the colors as they cooled.

I have walked the shore at sunrise, where the breakers never cease.

I have felt the breath of morning and I’ve squinted at the east,

I have heard the seagulls crying, as they rode upon the breeze.

I have shivered by the shoreline, when the winter wasn’t done,

I have seen the wave-tops whited, and I’ve pulled my jacket close.

I have walked along the seaside and I’ve felt the warming sun,

I have known the bliss of morning that the early riser knows.

I have wandered, slowly breathing, in the morning, by the sea,

And the rosy light of dawning, it has entered in my soul.

I have wandered by the seaside, as the morning came to be,

And from all my shattered fragments, I have gathered up a whole.
 

 

Dawn over the Cabrillo Beach Pier in San Pedro, California. (c) Jim Tardio

2014 March 14^th, Fri.
Brooklyn, New York