Feel the air as it cools the skin
though you might have to search for snow,
winters movement on a western land
is different from what many may know.
Of the California coast, as the sun rises
the sand begins to warm along the beach
the winter swells come to gather
the sufers all begin to meet.
We stare at one another, smile at will
our day has just begun to be,
for even on Christmas morning
we love our own brand of serenity.
I watch as others move out to the waves
and catch the first ride of their day,
to see the sun play with the colors
the ocean spray move over my face.
This is my home, my land I have known
for years this is what winter has meant,
to those of you in other places
I say, Gods graces and happy holidays.
To all my friends in our home, I wish you all peace and good tidings, and pray that you shall be well this coming year. I thank each and everyone for the kind words to my poetry.