White Horses

The powerful ocean ebbs and flows.

I begin to dip my toes.

Peace surrounds, apart from sounds

Of sea, and breath in me.

Footprints in the sand disappear from view.

The surface once more new.

Sun glistens on the water’s surface.

A wonder of nature man cannot surpass

And gently from beyond the ocean deep

White horses rise and softly creep

Towards me in my reverie,

Inspiring dreams.  My thoughts run free.

©  Bev Rogers