Friday, April 12, 2013

Early Morning Beach Walk

Blue-gray sky seamed to blue-green ocean
Sand dolloped with foam
Purity of willets' wings.
Seaweed spells out a message in a language indecipherable--
words I think I once knew.
Blackest crow meets whitest dove
Shells cracked open, picked clean.
No sliver of beach glass
Only my own footprints--present meeting the past head on.

1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

You even write poetry beautifully -- is there nothing that you can't do?