A Poem For The Beach

Photo Credit — Anouska Parr

The last rays of the day linger softly, warming the sand beneath our feet.

Illuminating our skin, magical, golden; salt stinging our eyes, but we cannot stop looking for this is perfection.

Hunting for treasure in the rock pools left on the beach, a stray crab scurries to the safety of its home, disappearing into a tiny hole, the hole fades.

Like the day…

We are windswept, full of wonder, a part of this flawless scene. Idyll, hazy, calm.

And we wait for this to end, the stillness, soon it will come.

Quiet can you hear the sea?


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