Submitted by Ann Christine Tabaka
The night dances in on a purple sunset
edged in radiant streams of gold.
The evening star winks seductively
at the shy rising moon
The sound of the surf’s eternal march
echoes across the dunes,
carried on a salt breeze.
Castles and footprints forgotten,
soon to be washed away.
Sea oats wave adieu to the light,
as sand crabs scurry home
to their sandy dens.
Silhouettes of egrets flock overhead,
marsh-bound for the night.
Signaling the time for
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Photo Credit: Outlet of a Mountain Lake – Ralph Albert Blakelock