Quiet Beach

by niallkillian

Broad spit of golden sand
marked at its crown and ridge
by feathers of fine grass
and the water’s driftwood line
the ghost of highest tides

Summer sun has bleached
the timbers white and grey
and shelly lace upon the ground
crunches under heavy foot
waves the sonorous percussion

Sturdy apron on the shoreline
rounded boulders dark grey
tossed there by great poseidon
once the base of granite cliff
now softened by a greater force

Amber evening’s fingers spread
across the brooding groups of birds
their sanctuary rendered calm
huddled together against the night
natures shadow on quiet beach