Dark Days

On those dark, barren sands,

waves beating on breakers.

Cast out by a raging sea.

Seagulls’ dip: plundering

natures fare.

Pebbles lacing along the shore,

like polished jewels.

Golden sandcastles melt away.

Distant memories,

of our happy yesterday.

A fog: laden horizon.

As a flickering lighthouse,

attempts to warn ships

along the bay.

The faint smell of fish and chips,

fragrances the air.

Reminding us of what fun we

had there.

As slowly, the rain

washes away.

All memories we shared on that bright

Summers’ day.

Copyright© 2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts