Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2015
lifting random hushes of grey green,
gentle pushes and unknown time
of salt sprinkled quiet and solitary
mist,

rising;
lifted;

speckled sand; flecked dunes
clumps grass blades,
their yellow curled tips

watching;

a small girl;
single tiny impressions
on level reaches home.

and the waves watching,
urchins but children of the sea,
learn their moods and reasons
searching in her eyes.
Dave Martsolf
Written by
Dave Martsolf  Windham, NH
(Windham, NH)   
522
   Sally A Bayan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems