Poem Category: Beach

Sundown bay
the beach becoming the shape
of the crescent moon.

Isolated beach
the rusting ship
only sand storms come to.

Seaweed beach
the tide’s wash
taking our prints out.

The light fades …
sudden showers
scattering Sunday surfers.

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

Lime bikini girl
sun-cream begins to fade
into her tan.

Winter beach
dragged by the leash
the dog’s little girl.

Storming beach
another log of driftwood
at war with the waves.

Midnight surf
the pull past her ankles
of quicksand.

Beach wind
her umbrella escaping
the lime bikini blonde.