I miss the sand between my toes
the grains that speak of ancient times
where creatures that did swim and crawl
massage my feet with tender care
I miss the sea caressing my feet
a tickle, a stroke, a welcome touch
invites me brave the cold ‘first shock’
succumbing to its warm embrace
I miss the clouds that travel the blue
a wondrous movie for my upward gaze
floating in seas that rock my frame
and swaddle my cares in peaceful bliss
©Rosemary Purr 2020
Taliesine's World 