Poem Category: Beach

High tide
leaves the sandpiper prints
for a growing wind.

Laying on the hot beach
her jasmine scent
comes over me.

Moon folding waves
unexpected this
their warm velvet touch.

Sunset fades
the seagulls surrounded
by the others’ sleep.

Beach pavilion
moulded by midday
a perfect round shadow.

All over us
the surf tumbled
by a passing storm.

Beach party
we leave the others alone
to their school games.

A moonlit walk
yet in the morning
not a footprint by the sea.

On the long beach
such storm cracked lightning
so far from home.

Family beach
the weightlifter un-dresses
his tattoos.