At the cresting of spring,
Before it slides
Into the unrelenting heat of summer,
The moist bare earth boldly bursts
With suppressed life
Invisibly rippling in waves
Like the Pacific ocean
Charging a cliff ridden cove
That earth, that life
Lays hidden in the early hours
When eyes are closed to dreams
And night stubbornly clings
To the northern sky
As it weaves its way west
To rest and anonymity
Poetry and Verse 