Poem of the Month


Indian Summer sun melts,
drips from luminous turquoise sky
into cobalt ocean.

Damp beach glistens,
glows lavender, molten gold.
Fading light darkens.

Barefoot romantics embrace
among rubbery kelp mounds,
receding tide pools.

Fall tapers to a gilded denouement.
Sickle moon rises.
Passing gulls chorus.


November 2018


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