Monday, August 15, 2011

Turnings
















Wet sand beneath
my embracing feet
coolly told the news
of your passing


Sunshine rays
breathe a parting gift, while
August reveals cleavage of
September's allure


Gold licked beach grass
waves goodbye to me
the breeze exhales
that celebrating inhale

Setting sun dances offstage
greets a dawning moon
begin
begin
begin