the waves crash white-tipped on the shore
birthed from tealmilk crests
powdered turquoise mixed with pearl
where the sunlight rests.

the ocean deepens: metal green
by the horizon’s line.
above, blue-purple storm clouds rise
like incense smoked from wine.

the clouds obscure but half the sky
the rest is naked day
I sit on yellow sand and wait
for rain to turn us grey.

[Featured Image: wave, public domain]