Winter Beach

Winter beach

winter bleached

pebbles,

worn smooth

by brackish hand

held in palm and pocket

a solid memory.

Captured footprints

wax and wane

in frothy tide as

huddled 

in too thin coats,

we pause to watch

a pale sun

cast tepid warmth

across the moon,

warming our hands 

with coffee breath

until shadows wrap

and tug us slowly home.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful lines, you transported me there. Very nicely composed.

Chris

[SkinlessFrank]

Reminds me of the time when as a boy I flew a kite over the Margate beach, and an old man tried to explain to me how if I flew the kite high enough, it would enter the "second sky"

[. serah .]

~ gorgeous poetry... the warmth of togetherness is so magical... and even in winter... a trip to the beach is warm enough to ignite the light of precious, shared moments...

[New Dawn]

Thank you Serah - the beach in winter is a soulful place

[. serah .]

~ my privilege... :)