Spring comes
in giggling, little wavelets twilling,
Twinkling
cyan chuckles, kind & so very willing,
Whetting
appetites & tickling little toes, thrilling,
Teasing &
flirting, but to cold knees, still chilling.
Summer waves,
warm caress, winter´s chill culling,
Indolent &
rolling slowly with heavy saline mulling,
Leaving sleepy
oars, scale & fins dully & idly sculling,
And into heat-fugged
coma, drops us dreamily lulling.
Autumn snatches
waves from sun-kissed moulding,
Angry heavy rolling,
now chippy & choppily scolding,
Snapping out of
idleness & their gentle sunny folding,
By loud energetic
vivacity, with leaping spumy rolling.
Winter comes in
screaming & greyly crossly splashing,
Uprooting life
from the deep, onto cold rocks crashing,
Our senses &
ears are scolded & given unfair bashing,
For all our guilty
sins, by waves we´re given a thrashing.
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