The sun did not rise.
Weary from amusing the Beach-Goers,
He lurks beneath the horizon,
Whispers to the Clouds.
He has ceded Dawn to the North Wind,
Who froths The Sea,
Sends spume scurrying o’er the sand,
Riotous sandpipers give chase.
I throw my arms out in embrace.
Welcome home, Boreas.
O En-Nobled Sea Foam: from what Dark Depths and mysterious births hath Boreas released you, to find thy shores where innocent Pipers be lured to their poisonous demise: wilt they become Pied…..?
Oh, love your top image: Summery sky, crystal arctic sea, something scary in the foreground foam. Your text : to be savoured rather than commented on.
How are you doing Nadia? 🌻🌝🌞🌼