Ken Allan Dronsfield

Walking on pebbles in sands of white
skyward watching as stars now peek
moon glows from a blanket of clouds
lights from ships are horizon bound.
Inviting ocean of impassioned bliss
of salty smiles and springtime hugs
admission, the price of a sand dollar
seagulls following schools of bait-fish.
Dogs running free and enjoying play
evening’s first star, we make a wish.
Sky of twilight in red or purple hues
serenity whispers in calming breezes.
Migrating birds slowly moving north
days are longer and nights are warmer
timeless footprints left on sandy dunes
a lovely quiescent wispy edge of night.