Haiku: Beach

Chirping Cricket

English: East Beach Taken during a low spring ...

Sinking feet in sand

Winds clash against routine waves

Striking silently

Sand turns to wet grains

Wetting feet rubbing on toes

Wind hits back softly

Blowing hair in face

Poking eyes, attacking lips

Pushed back by new wind

Rain beating steadily

Impaling flesh, pinching skin

Drowning in wet air

Searching for shelter

Finding only destruction

Yearning for warm light

Anxious worries rest

Spying isolated tree

Dashing for cover

Waiting patiently

For the end of the battle

Greeted by warm sun

Ascending over land

Drying all that once was wet

Leaving only heat

Left just to myself

Admiring the aftermath

Smiling in my heart

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