Happier…

Rolls and soughs

A sweeping of sand across sand, the

Unending slap and stroke of Superior wave

On southern shore.

 

Whitecaps bob and tease,

That seagulls’ wings might

Tip and tremble in a steady breeze

Mount sunward then plunge

And come up empty,

Full in joy.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2016)