Nauset Beach In March

The beach was gold

That fine March day

With brilliant sun

And whitecaps on a blue enamel sea.

Pebbles rattling

In the crashing waves

And the hiss of spindrift foam

Chasing impudent feet.

With each breath

Of tangy ocean air came the thought

Heaven, will be just a little warmer.

–Longtime Nauset Denizen