waking to the sound of seabirds
whirling above the cove
white winged messengers
delivering songs from the gulf
and deep waters

sound of sea birds
from the cove
their language of salt spray
and gulf breezes
foreign to our ears
searching for translation
I listen to their voices

morning cove traffic
of wings and wild things
migratory thoughts
break through my winter doldrums

vernal song
in the morning air
sea birds sing of rebirth
and freshening wind