Cusp of summer

by Jem Croucher

 

Smooth the sand ‘neath greying skies
The breeze it softly sings
As o’er the sea, the setting sun
A gathering it brings

Caught up in this, the ebbing tide
Back across the beach
And there, the cusp of summer
Just a little out of reach

Gentle waves in movement turn
With salt upon the air
The sunset fades and slips away
To night time waiting there.

 

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3 Comments to “Cusp of summer”

  1. Ah, the scent of ‘salt upon the air’ . . . Makes me homesick for the sea, and I live on an Island overlooking Puget Sound . . . We can be close to a thing and still find ourselves missing it! Blessings . . .

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