Autumn After the Holidays

over the edge of the water

day’s end fire

canons of silvery power

emptying the beach

from my shoe

in the morning dew

only the stone smell remembers

washed skies

drops of laughter

of summer rain

squares rainbow row

beach huts dotting the edge

edge of the water melt in the sky

Winds swing by

White foams on my toes

bright and steady horizon line

eyes drifting away

white water on cold fingers

after the holiday

sand in my pocket