Big Sur
weathered
rocks pepper shores
salted
catching crashing waves and beating back
a hungry sea
but stand there
still
foot troops for a battered coast
salted
catching crashing waves and beating back
a hungry sea
but stand there
still
foot troops for a battered coast
the air at times too cold, too crisp
but carries with it
smells
like pine and soil
and ocean sprays
brought up from dawn
cool
but carries with it
smells
like pine and soil
and ocean sprays
brought up from dawn
cool
stepping in and out of morning mists
i taste the fog in little clouds
chew on it
as it burns away
and liquifies
the blanket
wrapped around me
chew on it
as it burns away
and liquifies
the blanket
wrapped around me
walking in the garden
breathing in Big Sur
slow stepping down her jagged cliffs
no stairs are cut
but walking
cutting feet
is such a tiny price to pay
breathing in Big Sur
slow stepping down her jagged cliffs
no stairs are cut
but walking
cutting feet
is such a tiny price to pay
for
Eden and her morning kiss
Donald Dean Mace
Donald Dean
Mace is an artist, poet, and freelance writer living and working quietly in
Yuma, Arizona. He has been published by Ariel Chart, the Yuma Daily Sun,
Arizona Western College Magazine and his poetry was featured in a public
service broadcast.
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