Caught by the breeze
the wisps of blonde,
that softly frame my face,
wave at the sparkling of my eyes,
and on strawberry lips they trace,
The joy of summer sunshine,
as it shines down on this place,
where sea, and sand,
and sunshine meet;
converging time and space.
Legs akimbo on the sand,
and fingers digging deep,
I lean back, laughing,
on my hands,
as the waves lap at my feet.
Grains of sand,
run through my toes,
and tickle as they flow,
The laughter fills me up inside,
with summer sunshines glow.
Poem By Tammy C.