Poem Category: Beach

Beach gulls hover
above the dog’s bark
above the dog’s play.

Her yellow balloon
tightly by the ribbon
then losing it.

Beach stroll
prints behind
of the full moon.

Did I let it handle
my finger tips
this starfish in the shallows.

Beach debris
composing us a campfire
for tonight.

Sparkling lake
the race of sailboards
hints at summer.

Along the stormy beach

we often walk

waves retching their seaweed out.

Small waves

finally separating

the lover’s thrown rose.

Beach gulls hover

above the dog’s bark

above the dog’s play.

Loneliness …

sprinkling the quiet surf

with father’s ashes.