NO PAINTING REQUIRED

 

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet at the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of the purest white

to rise from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy to diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

A PERFECT DAY

niadil:
A PERFECT DAY

Open the window.
Let in the fresh breeze.
A salty ocean breeze.
Ruffling through your hair.
A mist on your face.
What can be more perfect?
The view.
A view of the ocean.
The waves.
The white sand.
What can be more perfect?
The sounds of seagulls.
As they soar through the sky.
Through the puffy clouds.
What can be more perfect?
The sun.
Shining in the sky.
Giving warmth and hope to all.