The summer surf swishes against the shore
like a flowing calico dress,
That ripples and rustles in frothy ruffles with
a breezy weightlessness.
The waves slip and sweep like satin-shod feet
that gracefully race ‘cross the sand,
Til the tide turns around, and the tempo dies down
as peace takes her seat ‘pon the land.
(Inspired by #lionsighes prompt ‘Dance against The Shore’)