THE MAJESTIC CALM
The rumbling echoes beating against the cliff lined shore…Infiltrating through all permissible avenues…the rock and sand formations are an ever changing sculpturing; that are treasured for their moment in time…The gulls encircle just above the intrusive crevasses; frantically cawing; as they flight between the unmerciful natures of wind & sea. The air is crisp; with its layering salten mist. The vast array of colors are dissipating behind the finale of the afternoon sun. As the horizon is blanketed with a thickened advancing fog. My view point is high above the oceans torrent demands…upon a lofted cliff plateau; I safely am guarded against the harsh elements of the mighty non-rendering forces. The upper landscape is forested with strange formations of windswept brush vegetation; resembling a frozen tundra that lost its upright stance…With the rushing clouds racing above me; the whistling winds wisp around me; as a invisible game of tag. Yet, I am surely footed and endeavoring upon my towering rock. The evening hues are ever so changing..the sky is deepened in color as a few specks of light reflect in contrast. Across the cliff jetted barrier.. standing alone… with purposed valor; as a knighted soldier… The beams of his victorious entry break-forth diminishing the darkness. No threats; no diversities are able to overtake this guardian’s post. While the lighted majestic beams are the assurance to the waywardness of the sea’s troubled captives…the lighthouse is an armored reflection of hope and answer to all who are in need…
Katherin Marie
Earth's Closing Hours 