Poem Category: All

Conch shell found
blowing
the sounds of its trumpet.

Deserted beach
the storm’s new treasures
picked over by crabs.

Twilight beach
sleeping beside the waves
that never.

Beach promenade
one flowered umbrella
wet with rain.

Beach wind
the page a kite
flying my last five haiku.

A scarlet sunset
for a moment on the breeze
… no gull cries…