Sunday, November 30, 2025

Days Early Evening


golden is the air around me  

sky and sand as well...         

sun hiding behind the clouds

as it descends down...

the waves approach me constantly

without nowhere else to go,

a chair separates me from it all

when no one else is around.

gulls long since have flown away

preparing for another day...

reaching their homes on another

shore not too far away.

feet soak up the water surrounding

steering it left of right...

tiny creatures burrow into the sand

underneath without caring who I am.

nature tends to overlook me

especially when day morphs to night

and the cool breeze from the water

causes me to bundle up inside...

as gentle as it always seems to be

the water crisscrosses in front of me

as if I mean nothing at all...

or it has bigger fish to fry.

summer has left this hemisphere 

but has not totally disappeared,

just replaced itself on the other side

from which I must momentarily hide.


November 20, 2025



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