I can feel the tide has turned, at last.
The sound of breakers changed, relaxed.
Impressions in the sand, half-dried, now fill.
Seabirds watching crabs, still proud, must rise.
Beachcombers head for home;
the wide bay becomes blue;
stern wavelets kiss the wall;
you can hear the seagulls call;
and my shifting spirit is renewed,
Posted on dVerse, April 2013