Beach

I am 33
Strolling on
A winter beach
As the Gulf waves
Lap the shore all gray
Sea sky sand even the
Wind and sea scent feels
Gray in early morning but the
Sun peeking over the horizon is
Is a warm yellow not yet bright
Amid the clouds as I finish my
Walk veer off the beach to a
Small cafe to sip hot tea
The salty smell of links
And bacon waft from
The kitchen then hot
Biscuits pancakes
Eggs all brought
To tables while
Outside the
Sun shines
Birds call
Others
Walk
The beach.