One day at Elgol mono unsigned

Spring at Elgol Beach

 

The sun spills gold on Elgol’s shore,

Its light aglow on rocks once raw,

Where waves have kissed and time has drawn

Soft etchings on the cliffs at dawn.

 

The wind-carved heights stand bold and steep,

Their whispers lost where echoes sleep,

Yet breathe so free, the briny air,

A song of spring both bright and fair.

 

The sea, a mirror flecked with light,

Curls whispers blue, then turns to white,

A dance upon the pebbled land,

A fleeting touch of nature’s hand.

 

With every step on stones so old,

Each worn by tides and stories told,

The heart expands, the soul takes flight—

Elgol in the spring brings pure delight.

Done