Windless, the somber winter shore is welded
imperceptibly to the ashen water, the
horizon hemmed by distant dams of fog.
Advance, advance.
Gloveless, the chalky hands stand out
starkly in the pervasive greyness,
charcoal vestments completing
the monochromatic movement.
Disperse, disperse.
Gritless, the soft sand absorbs all.
The solemn sea tastes of tears,
warmer water, almost amniotic,
the all-mother's hypnotic allure.
Recede, recede.
Relentless, a distant bell dutifully tolls.
The shivering figure rises, reluctantly
trudging to the waiting limousine.
Return, return.
February 5, 2016
Categories:
gritless, beach, death, sea,
Form: Free verse