Winter Sands
The beach is deserted this time of year.
Only the cry of an occasional passing gull
hangs over windswept dunes.
Gray overcast.. colors the rolling breakers in bleakness.
Sheltered by sandy hummocks, my head cradled in your lap,
Worldly cares are forgotten.
Caught in the stray gusts which penetrate our solitude
Wisps of hair caress your face in gentle swirl,
Much as the scattered sea oats growing wild
Around us.
