Waves, Mushrooms, Magnolia & End of Day

By Adam Sedia

Featured in New Lyre Summer 2022

Waves 

Turquoise waves on shell-white sand 
Rise, fall – crashing, crashing, crashing –  
Dying gladly as they land, 
Surging, breaking, foaming, splashing. 

Lines advancing, rank on rank – 
Never ceasing or deceasing –  
On the anchored rock’s long flank, 
Neither tiring nor decreasing. 

Soft, serene their rhythm sounds –  
Slowly lulling, lulling, lulling –  
Steady, steady, till it drowns 
All but one thought in its pulling: 

Awe at eons glimpsed as one, 
Wave on wave on wave forever. 
Can the world they overrun 
Curb them? Never, never, never! 

Magnolia 

The south wind’s newfound breath, 
  The spring sun’s waxing ray, 
Draw from your outward death 
  An opulent array.