St. Moritz

White caps race along the shore,
and as the fog lifts above the crusted rocks
the gentle waves sparkle crystalline,
while the bright white sun
shimmers through the haze.

Soft sand squeezes between our toes
as we walk along
hand in hand;
The sky bursts into
splatters of blue and yellow- orange
that shine on our humbled faces.

Morning wakes the pelicans
and as they surf inches above the swell,
we sit and watch them glide.

They swoop down, scooping up
then swallowing whole
mornings first meal.