A poem by our Traveling Turquoise Maven
At the intense beauty of it all.
The waves are cold.
The pebbles are soft.
Creatures in the sand.
Shells in my hand.
The beach is my solace, my home.
Why does this place speak to me?
The birds are soaring.
The grass is flowing.
Salt in the air.
Wind in my hair.
How calming and safe is the beach.