It’s spring
on the shore
near Isle of Palms
their toes dig deep
in wet sand
until shards of shells
fashion a strip
that challenges their soles
as they tiptoe forward
A faint-hearted rainbow
bridges sea to sky above
while they walk
along the wind blown shore
She sees the arch of colors as an omen
that love fades
like the bronze backs of teenagers
turn pale in autumn’s shadows
He regards the
vague glow
as a pristine promise
that their love will grow.
He attempts to link
fingers as a sign of endearment.
She smiles, swings her hands in rhythm
and quickens her pace before him
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
It’s spring
on the shore
near Isle of Palms
their toes dig deep
in wet sand
until shards of shells
fashion a strip
that challenges their soles
as they tiptoe forward
A faint-hearted rainbow
bridges sea to sky above
while they walk
along the wind blown shore
She sees the arch of colors as an omen
that love fades
like the bronze backs of teenagers
turn pale in autumn’s shadows
He regards the
vague glow
as a pristine promise
that their love will grow.
He attempts to link
fingers as a sign of endearment.
She smiles, swings her hands in rhythm
and quickens her pace before him
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