False Spring

Sun-slammed waters
slide recklessly
along the shore,
blooming flame-like
over the sand;
the day has become
visceral and potent,
blinding.

Birds dance among waves,
as if charged with fire;
breezes do not cool,
but billow warmth
that, rising in clouds
like laughter,
lifts the level
of nature’s conversation
from the depths of survival
to the heights of delight,

completely free of care.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen