Past The Foreshore

a sea of sand
atop the mound
a murmuration
peacefully crooning.

sounds of morning,
quickly spreading
through the dampish
cluttered air.

walking swiftly
down the littoral
I spot the Starlings
dawdling along.

I watch the sea
Swelling --
Natures palindrome
circling all around.

walking past the
Foreshore --
treading, swimming:
I would hold on,
but I wont.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Awesome flow for one, and for another, stole my breath! I could feel the pull here, magnificent! x

[melissa]

Awesome poem keep up the great work i can't wait to read more

[Lyn Anderson]

A wonderful verse you have penned here. Rich in imagery, and beautiful flow.