Heat and Sound

This is a simple poem, but was not simple to write. It has gone through several revisions to get to this point.
The original was written after a visit to Piha beach near Auckland, New Zealand.

Heat and Sound
Piha, 30th December 2005

The only movement is a line of surf
Beyond the heat,
Beneath the looming cliffs.

The sand, furnaced beneath my feet,
Black, or rather, chocolate brown,
Glints as every facet
Captures rays of scorching Sun.

Flame red pohutukawa
Shade the dunes, in pools of cool
Where I sit, exhausted,
Under their domes,

To the sound of sea over the beach
Dragging on each dislodged grain.

© Martin Porter 2006

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