Time At the Beach

Soft sands caress my feet, a comforting touch, The waves crash ashore, in ways I love so much, Washing my footprints away, leaving no trace. The beach cleanses its face with its embrace. As the waves run out they trace a veil of lace Respecting the grace of this sacred space. The home of mater mare, where all life began Within the warm primordial soup sea scan. Children build castles with buckets and spades, Lovers stroll along, hand in hand, playing charades, The gulls pitter patter, squabbling and cawing Pecking up morels and scraps, with their marauding. The seashore beach is a place of solitude and peace Where all your toils and troubles, for a time, cease. ------------- 19 May 2023 For: Sonnet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sotto Poet -------------