SANCTUARY
Remember the harsh winter beach?
Where days of summer succulence once did reach.
Now forlorn, carried away on primordial storm.
Masses of shingle inter-mingle with piles of sodden sand.
Oscillating waves tickle toes of summer now in suspension.
Caught on windswept winter’s current termination.

Seas’ slimy hair washed up on the shoreline.
Now lingering lonely.
Awaiting her great escape.
Another wild ride on the tide.
When the next storms awaken the spring.


By ladylivvi1

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