Sun steals silently through the inlet
To scale Castillo’s eastern walls,
But alerted palms stand ready.
Invasion
sunrise
Daybreak on Sebastian River
With the sun still below the horizon,
The river slack-tide still,
And the docks emptied of crews debarked,
Three shrimpers, bound by size,
Slumber undisturbed in morning’s quiet.
Metaphors
As the sun clears the horizon
In the Nice historic district,
Alternate techniques are employed
To greet the new day.
Again a New Day
The sun as well rises
On the narrowest of streets –
Promise ever anew.
Irony
For four hundred years and more,
These walls of time-compressed shells,
Designed to absorb English shot,
Excel now in reflecting sun’s early light.
Sun’s Sentinel
Hugging the shore of Matanzas Bay,
Old coquina walls, built facing east
To scour the inlet for enemy fleets,
Now lay deep in sleep each incoming day.
Reconnection
Fishing in calm surf
Quiet outside quiet inside –
Standing meditation
Fresh Start
The sun rises over the Matanzas Inlet,
Washing the facades of the waterfront shops
And stirring the family asleep below deck.
First gift of a good morning.
Morning at Castillo de San Marcos
The paths by the sea are quiet this early in the day
As the sun rises over the Matanzas Bay Inlet,
Gifting golden rays to the eastern walls and trees.
Seduction’s End at Salt Run
Though retreating mist still clings to the eastern dunes,
And sailboats yet tug against moorings in the outgoing tide,
The rising sun is below the horizon by but two degrees,
And soon will end dawn’s dreamy promise of escape.
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