Sweeping light
So sidle by
Serrated shore
Escorted in
Safe harbour
Waits
Thunder rolls
Across the parchment plains
Rain is coming
Too late
And far too much
What little soil remains
After wind storms
And dust clouds
Carried the best of it
Off to the East
Will wash away
Rivulets cutting small canyons
Deep into the earth
While I ride the storm
Sleek and smooth
A dulcet caress
The road
From where I love
To where I love
Passes through
A world I love
The beach
Sunshine and sand
Wind and waves
Blankets and bikinis
Children and sand castles
Umbrellas and Ray Bans
Chesterman
Not quite
Such a beach
Black rock
Ensconced
Wind whistles
White capped crests
Sea slashed shore
Lacerated stone
Red cap warns
Black rock
Charcoal sea
Flat grey sky
A scene to fit her mood
Remnants of a storm in passing
The waves, still high
Thrashed the shore
Flashes of brightness
In the monochromatic bleak
It occurred to her
Something needed to change
I capture a moment
In an infinity of moments
Preserved only for so long
As time will allow
Longer than memory, perhaps
A record of my existence
Shadowed by
A dark’ning sky
Drawn to light
Far out to sea
Held at bay
By wave and tide
Hold my hand
We’ll venture out
Explore the beach
And detritus
Left behind
By seas withdrawn