Day Trip

The bright colours
of a seaside variety
dotted on beach huts
stretch out behind me.
The smattering of rain
strives to deter
their charm and attraction.
The sleepy seaside town
still awakes.

Today,
the lyrebirds' call
can still sound
like a baby cry,
but the sand dilutes.
With a story stone,
fragments and words
from my pen still, fray.
The coastal paths
can be steep
and distract my eyes.
The fiery sun concocts
a spell for the sea,
to imagine
undiscovered days
of magnificence.

Tomorrow,
attentiveness will win.
A visit here will champion.
Clothes will lead.
Colours share.
Stages glow.
The wind will rejoice.
The song will saunter.