Sonnet Nine

Sonnet Nine

When morning first broke through the open shade,
I gazed to find what darkness kept concealed.
A tidy ocean bed that God had made
spilled quiet on the shore that dawn revealed.
Beneath the milky cast that hid the sky,
a row of surfers waited for a wave.
On shore a flock of avocets ran bye;
their ebb and flow my memory engraved.
The half-a-moon that shined the night before
still lit the darkness when I closed my eyes.
Too soon the sun would rise to light the shore
and only leave recall to claim this sigh.
The wind that gave me shivers in the night,
now warms the dream my spirit does alight.