Poem Category: Beach

Sunrise beach
the strut of gulls
printing the first few tracks.

Bobbing here or there
along the shore
the whiskey bottle.

Staring out
the waves fizzle in
as moonlight.

Along the stormy beach
we often walk
waves retching their seaweed out.

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