The day trippers gone
along with the bar flies
the wave acrobats and
the carousel riders
Most of the shorebirds
sleep south, till the
leaves green the trees again.
With the last look around
I write poems in the sand
aware that the tides may erase.
Yearning to stay
but I leave all to be
in the winter of solitude
the sky needs the sea
I turn as I shiver
the winds whip my feet
as I watch all my poems
blow away.
Painting Courtesy: Dan Mumford and Marc Simonetti
