Beach Scenes: Two Poems

The Seagull

Wings of fog and slate,

Stretching toward distant horizons.

Banking, circling, leaning;

Perfect balance

And effortless grace,

Motionless motion;

Resting, reclining,

Carried at will

On gossamer air.

Enters Night

Lone gull

On empty dunes;

Setting sun,

Ebbing tide.

Discarded footprints

Along the shore,

Freshening breeze

Stirring grass;

The soft silent sounds

Of night slipping in.