Today there is a gentleness tiding
Its way quietly into the bay, June
Beach is strewn with visitor-white, trying
To bake brown. Cottonwool clouds will quite soon
In sea mist, try hiding the morning sun
Which is now climbing my half-shady shape
In surprising quick time. I have begun
Distracting myself from shushing-foam wake
Behind lullaby wavelets, replacing
Their crooning as sound from family droves
Drowns out all else. Lunch boxes are spaced
And runaway toddlers caught, then talk honed
Into quiet for munching. Shsh! ! breakers come
Once again, whispering their own ocean fun.
Nobody gets brown in june here fay, rust maybe laughs great write 10
i say. she gone and done it again. wonderful imagery my friend (In an Australian accent) . Fantastic poem.
I can smell the coconut sun tan oil and feel the ambience. Great presence of a short and significant poem. Hxx
Oustanding poem written, a whisper from a fairy...great imagery painted here...so lovely and soothing flow...10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a stunning write Fay...you have painted the picture so well for us...I feel like I was there with you...a welcome treat to read a new one of yours this morning...Fi 10++++