Dark days

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
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