Sandy Shores

Soft, sinking sand of silt

Under bare feet did cower and wilt

And buried them like some tomb-like quilt

As I slowly stepped to the water’s hilt.

Quite often, when I came here along,

The waves would thrash for hours long

And dance to some strange faerie song.

However, this day, something seemed wrong.

I knew it the moment I saw the beach,

From the silence and the gull’s painful screech

To the distant sky of gloomy peach,

For when I, the water’s edge, did reach,

All was still, no wind, no tide,

As if magic was banished, compelled to hide.

By- Manny D

Written on- 12/09/13