Day At The Beach

When Sol wasn’t playing with cumulus hid and seek, damsels scantily dressed in his sunshine sizzled, beach combing Casanovas over coals of hot sand tiptoed, palm trees fanned balmy breezes passing, children dabbled like throngs of seagulls shrieking, As fists of waves pounded swimmers to the shore.

On August 16th, 2016, posted in: Poetry by Tags: ,