Along the Coast

Mist is thick
Rolling over the ocean shore
It reaches towards us
As we drive along the coast

Wall of fog to the left
No water in sight down below
Mountain cliffs to the right
No sky visible up above

Road stretches, winds and turns
Satellite radio drops in and out
Sun struggles to show its face
Air outside slowly warms

Break for a waterfall in Big Sur
Flowing into untouched beaches
Blue-green waves crashing below
As blue birds eat out of tourist hands

Driving through sun and clouds
Million dollar homes line cliffs and beaches
A spectacular view from every front porch
Carmel for lunch then boutique shopping

As we close in on the Bay area
Clouds subside, clearing the way
For the last two hours of this drive
Along the coast

Copyright © 2010 N.E. Tasker

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One Response to “Along the Coast”

  1. Lisa says:

    wow, nice imagery! thoroughly enjoyed this pictuesque poem…makes me wish there had been room in your luggage for me!

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