Some mornings,
waking to hear the wind in the trees
roaring like breakers,
I smell the sea,
until the sun warms the trees
infusing eucalyptus into the tepid-tea air,
reminding me
that we are one hundred miles inland.
Yet still salt calls to salt.
Written for the dVerse Monday quadrille prompt, “let’s get salty” – 44 words exactly, using the word salt.