On the Beach
The seaweed gathered on the shore
tangled among the stones with broken shells
and pieces of glass, polished smooth.
A crab, waiting for the tide, scampered
to a safe corner of a small pool to hide
and peeked to see if I was moving on.
I carefully stepped from stone to stone
as a young boy hopped quickly by
and I thought of those less cautious days
while planning the six more steps
that lead to the safety of the sand.
In summer, blankets and towels
cover the beach like an eclectic quilt.
There, smiling, I recalled those times years ago
when the lusty days of summer
made winter fly with anticipation, but
on this October morn, I find
peace in this near solitude.
Perhaps I'll come again tomorrow
before winter makes me wait 'til spring
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