Poem Category: Beach

Learning to ignore
the seaweed stench
gulls on the empty beach.

Surf boarder
the city’s summer sun
setting behind him.

Waves crashing
from her egg to her eggs
the sound turtles hear.

Winter waves
the old folk finding it snug
in their tourist bus.

The children wade …
leaving us alone
where the seagulls cry.

Beach wind
the page a kite
flying my last five haiku.

Beach promenade
one flowered umbrella
wet with rain.

Twilight beach
sleeping beside the waves
that never.

Deserted beach
the storm’s new treasures
picked over by crabs.

Conch shell found
blowing
the sounds of its trumpet.