California Coast Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

The empty harbor's waters glitter
like so many diamonds,
her fishing boats dot the horizon
of the open sea beyond.
Summer skies above the cliffs
teem with birds
hang gliding in the air currents;
it is a place where one can breathe.
Breathing fresh ocean air
without a care in the world,
we are thirsting valley children
teased into returning
by these seagulls and sea breezes
to find peace for our yearning souls.
Here we can bask; relax
in a little piece of paradise,
drink our Merlot,
and taste the good life.