Fiery bronze

and copper-white cliffs rise

motionless

against the mighty

oCean blue

 

Black granite sentinels stand

in anxious waters

unmarred

in austere pose

 

Restless and daring

the waters thrash

amid rock

sand and stone

whetting a wilted past

 

Blankets of worn bells

cling tightly to the black

clay bedrock

in the shadow of towering

cliffs

 

Rusting yellow grain

and slate grey pebbles

squeeze the swelling surf

fencing in the bleached remains

of whales and birds

while insects and spiders comb the

open shore

 

Age upon age

the angry sea has stood at this door

pounding

relentlessly pounding and thundering

stretching forth

icy blue tendrils

 

 

Desperate to hold again

lively green pillows

atop the towering cliffs

 

 

Drop after drop

wave upon wave

year after year

the mighty

oCean blue

has shed pride-filled tears

evidence of a regaled past

exposed

 

In the cool salty air

 

Tide pools remain

 

remnants

 

of a warrior ocean captured

claimed in the crevices

and conyons

of gentle granite lawns

 

urchin and anemone linger

in languid pools neither bruised

nor battered

unfazed

by the violent beast

 

Pacific

 

sandpipers

with their snowy white

underbellies

and dainty talons

scamper along the surf

 

darting

and dancing

as the sea flails

beneath

 

like a

dream whose

dawn

has finally

come