.
The tide crashes
in and out
throwing up spray
pulling my breath
with every wave
slowing my pulse
soothing my nerves
.
The wind plays
in my hair
lifts the feathers
on nearby crows
tousles and buffets us
promises coolness
and clear skies
.
The night draws in
faster every day
shaving slivers
off the sun
trading bright light
for a soft blanket
speckled with
stellar fragments
and messages from
other worlds
.
By Carys Owen
Carys Owen Poetry 