Fall beach walk

Dry weather has parched the marsh,
leaving a strange susurrus of dry leaves
on the beach path, green transmuted
to feuillemort umber. Pine needles
dangle like tinsel on holly,
foreshadowing winter festivities.
At water’s edge, steely waves
whispering below the slate sky
have undermined the shore,
abrading sand as time
erodes the seasons.
A brief scintilla of sunlight
escapes the clouds’ control.
Just yesterday, it was summer.

~~~

Inspired by dVerse and GoDogGoCafe

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12 comments

  1. So deftly done, Denise! Your gentle walk through dry leaves to the shore has left me wanting more this morning. I especially like the simile ‘Pine needles dangle like tinsel on holly’ and the use of colour in ‘steely waves whispering below the slate sky’.

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