Top Earthbound Clouds hang low reflecting olive hues. Frothy curls of seawater dance on unspoiled beach around my feet. They lick my face with salty kisses. Walls of green assault the shore, constant interaction with the atmosphere. Gulls perform acrobatics as they swoop low, dip slender wings in the air.
Raucous cries resound, a wild cacophony echoes on the wind.
They seduce me into believing I could fly free on wings. I catch the roll of the waves with my knees realizing I'm grounded to this surly earth. They've a brilliant happy color these pink trumpets on the vine, spreading such a splash of blushes in the garden, matching mine. Blooming all the way through summer into fall, until the frost blackens all their pretty petals. Now their beauty has been lost.