Seals bark on the rocks, dash madly through surf, leap, breathe, dive; can they feel it, is there such a thing – the exhilaration of the utterly wild. *** Listen to this, it is the sound of morning beside the sea. Yes, there is the laughing trill of gulls, the silken slide of tide on sand. Lean closer, lean into the wind. Rise through the weight of your milky bones, stretch beyond your dreaming spirit listen to a world on fire.
Janice DeRuiter said:
Ah, I too have stood and listened-both right on the bluff and from the rock on my hill. There is a tree there that pulls me in. It has figured in much of my poetry. Beautiful wording, thank you