Upon Cocoa’s shore at dawn’s first light,
Where waves dance and shimmer with cold delight,
A lone watcher, I stand in solitude’s embrace,
Feeling the north wind’s brisk and biting trace.
The sand, a canvas of untouched grains,
Bears witness to the sun’s golden reins,
As it climbs, a fiery charioteer,
Breaking the grip of night’s lingering fear.
The sea froths in a wild, wind-driven churn,
As the day ignites and the horizons burn.
Forty degrees, a chill to the bone,
Yet in this brisk morn, I find myself alone.
No footprints mar the beach’s pristine face,
Save mine, etched briefly in time’s fleeting grace.
The gulls have fled the gusts’ relentless push,
Leaving the skies to the clouds’ rosy blush.
In this brisk February gale,
I watch the sun’s rays like warriors pale,
Brandishing light against the cold, dark sea,
A spectacle of warmth, just for me.
The beach, expansive, a desolate stage,
A world apart from the human age.
The waves, the wind, the chill, the light,
Compose a symphony of nature’s might.
I breathe in deep the saline air,
Each gust a verse in the morning’s prayer.
The sea’s rhythm against the shore,
A melody I’ve come to adore.
Here in this chill, this wind, this hue,
I find a peace profound and true.
Cocoa Beach at sunrise, a sight to behold,
A memory in my heart, forever enfolded.
Michael Stephen Wills Photography 