Poem Category: Beach

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.

The children wade …
leaving us alone
where the seagulls cry.

Winter waves
the old folk finding it snug
in their tourist bus.

Waves crashing
from her egg to her eggs
the sound turtles hear.

Surf boarder
the city’s summer sun
setting behind him.

Learning to ignore
the seaweed stench
gulls on the empty beach.