By the Edge of the Sea

In the gloaming, there she is by the edge of the sea... Rapt in contemplation; taking in the beautiful, peaceful scenery. She enjoys watching the sun set over the horizon, the chattering of starlings in the scarlet sky, waves splashing and exploding like dynamite against the rocks. She loves dipping her toes in the shallows, the feel of the cool breeze on her skin. She puts her faith in the majestic sea to take all her woes and drowned them, to clear the dense fog clouding her thoughts, to cleanse memories too besmirched to retain. The sea invites her to get away from it all, and she returns ever and anon to find some peace of mind, to listen to the sea reveal its inscrutable secrets and confess some of her own. Nothing else in the world occupies her mind when she comes here. Time lounges on the beach fast asleep as she's lost in oblivion, communing with ghosts of the past and hopes for the future. In the gloaming, there she is... by the edge of the sea... Submitted for... Your Best December Poem Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place) Sponsored by: John Hamilton Date written: 12/23/2019