Poem Category: Beach

Grey beach
a white moth blown past me
into the rain.

At last
a wave drawn to the beach
white with moon.

On the beach
trying to imagine death …
jabbering sea gulls.

…after lunch
the fish and chips
to the gang of gulls

waves to and fro
quickening the sand
held in our toes

sunrise beach
stepping over the seaweed
left from the storm

suddenly awake–
a beach umbrella
out of the wind

holiday house
the airs of the town
it breathes by the sea

beach resort
a sand storm
snuffs the sun

rock pools
gifting their mirrors
to the ebb tide