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.
© 2015 Liz Elias