Everything's Beachy
A damp musk fills the salty air
as gray dawn rises over the star field of night.
Unseen, crows hawk the glitter of light
upon the dunes of day,
calling out to man and feathered friend alike
to rise from within the bejeweled shades
of emerald and turquoise.
The scruff pines prickle an expansive horizon,
lifting from the dark onyx of night
scenting the still air.
Stalwart oaks finger the nubile rays of gold
morning edges their crenulated leaves
breezes lift limbs with a rustle liken to the
scratch of crinoline.
Topaz acorns cascade from the crowns of oaks,
homage to the placid play of summer’s end
at the beach at last.
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