Return to the Sea

Dancing sparkles shimmer on its undulating surface,
whilst gulls bob gently up and down
warming feathers in the heady heat of the sun.
Distant voices call and shout in a tumultuous
wave of happiness, and pulsing susurrations
of gravel, pushed and pulled against its will
tell of the tides relentless swell.

High on the cliff the watcher smiles wryly,
mourning the empty days of recent peace
now that summer is open again.