The sea is a distant silver chain
hugging the horizon.
Wind laughs, dances and sprints
giddy at the space.
Grains bounce and tumble through
her outstretched palms,
each and every falling dot
The shore-line sighs and is erased
by the careful, precise hands
of advancing waves.
Names, messages and castles
blur, then vanish.
Wind tires herself out and calms,
dampens the sea peaks.
The hidden beach slumbers underwater
waiting for the tide to turn.
All the poems I wrote last year are available as an ebook for free. It's called Lost in April Fog and you can download it here.