Sunrise at Famara

pink flame streaks in expectation
as the half-red sun of the ingenue dawn 

shyly climbs and touches the pied horizon 
turning the beach murky lemon
as the last star indifferently fades
and a lightening blue begins to spread

a curlew-sandpiper is playing tag -
taking what morsel the darkness 
had denied to the night feeders 
then escaping the stretched fingers 

of a waning wave
and pursuing back in return

the cliffs now purple hazed and crumpled

incredible in their reveal

their scale and their drama
as the lone drifting gull soars high -
her static call echos in the madrugada
and there's a golden bloom on Famara's face

whilst behind the shadowed beach

saltbush combines with uvilla and sea-lavender,
tufted grasses, dry and withered
among the sedge studded dunes
aged lava rocks crowned with verdigris
and harlequin towers in black and white

then from out of the shadows 
silhouetted on the horizon
The Chinijo archipelago slowly emerges and begins to evolve:
La Graciosa, Montaña Clara, Roque del Oeste and Alegranza
and closing my eyes I feel the ocean wind caress my skin
the waves gently massage my feet and
the sun begins to warm my soul, slowly soaking in