Waves Poem by Deanna Samuels

Along the ocean edge
waves never cease.
All day, all night
they roll up to the shore
sounding as soft splashes
or wild roars as they fall.
Could be in anger
or just a caress,
some as wild horses
others, meek as lambs,
each flowing in
to dampen the sand,
ebbing quickly,
returning to the sea
to form into new wave,
fierce or gentle
to restart journey again.


Written by the beach at Fire Island, NY - 1st September 2022