Poetry As Such No. 4

Footprints on the Shore

Brenda Gearing

A quivering leaf, star-spangled with dew,

Sends a flickering, beckoning light...

 

Sometimes I feel that I can fly,

Spreading my joy upon the blue...

 

All you will see of us here are our footprints---

('We may never pass this way again')...

 

The moon outshines

the sinking sun

As, with twin shadows

keeping pace,

We hurry home...

 

Sinuous, curling,

Flashing ahead of the surf unfurling...

 

Hand in hand,

Fingers entwined, along the sand...

© Brenda Gearing 1997

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