Poem 900

Calling seagulls calling
calling the waves
in from the deep.

Poem 884

Midday breeze
gulls strutting around
beach lovers.

Poem 1011

Sparkling lake
the race of sailboards
hints at summer.

Poem 995

Beach debris
composing us a campfire
for tonight.

Poem 979

Did I let it handle
my finger tips
this starfish in the shallows.

Poem 963

Beach stroll
prints behind
of the full moon.

Poem 947

Her yellow balloon
tightly by the ribbon
then losing it.

Poem 931

Beach gulls hover
above the dog’s bark
above the dog’s play.

Poem 965

Family beach
building their castle
child’s play.

Poem 1010

Rock pool
the star fish bathes
with fingers.