Whales

The day was hot and glorious

so clear and calm

the ocean was turquoise and teal

so so still

and there were whales

firstly a family of frolickers

rolling and flapping

the sound of each slap 

reaching me on the coastal path

a few small boats were right out 

in the sweep of the whales' trajectory

as they moved across the bay

taking their calves down the coast

back to cooler waters of Antarctica

I sat in the shade of a casaurina tree

above the clear transparent waters

and idled away time

the flipper slappers

then became tail flashers

it is hard to tell how many there are

in this family group

and who is who

there was no breaching unfortunately

but a day of frolicking

down in Hell's Gates

the water was glass

and a couple of divers

made the most of the clear waters

Oh Happy Days...

Ruffled

The ocean is ruffled

like a starched lacy petticoat

the breeze is warm

as I walk at the end of the day

stopping at a favourite tree

now dead

but still beautiful

against the sky and ocean

I look for whales

and spy a spout

and another

look here...

too late 

another day...