Giving again

wind spun waves crash and surgein perpetual rhythmpulling the pebblesfrom under the feetuntil we fall as the seventh wave towersand breaks into orangestained waterat the fringe the shorefrom soft sandstone cliffs etched and leachedafter stormsand we talk where flint glistensunder the sunand we finger the shapesas the wind snatchesour thingsthere is laughter againas the beachgivesContinue reading “Giving again”

Little town by the Sea

Little town by the seaStretches the distance Of pebbles and sandstone Steep and precariousWhere once I walked;Now no more.Content though to watch Oblique wavesChurning the sand A roaring of the undertowPerpetual motion Pebble on pebble Sharp flint rounded and smoothedIn timeless pursuit Owning the beachTime ticks one hour or two My beach My memories HeldContinue reading “Little town by the Sea”