Poem Category: Beach

the riddle of stars
my daughter’s Zodiac
I draw in the sand

beach magnet
the sweet face removes
her white towel

beach dunes
I tease a whisper
any lover would

sand dunes–
how the gulls draw winds
of their flights

foot prints in the rain
the winter beach resort
half filled

beach tide
all a crab can fear
in and out of a gull

kid’s picnic
every rock pool
becoming a sea

holiday house
our last few streets
of moonglow

sounds of a tide
lapping the rock pools
then merging them

by noon
the tide takes back
the kid’s rock pools