Beach Shivers Poem by B. V. Dahlen

The seething sky
and the pewter sea
meet without a margin.

The horizon stays remote
hidden by the hoary caps.

The gulls hunker down
perched on pilings
they turn into the gale
and silently shiver in the driving blast.

A gust of sand scours shells and seaweed
while flecks of foam form whirlpools in the wind.

Crescendo and moan combine
Announcing each wave
that lashes the beach.

No footprints today
No joyful doggy scampers pit the grains
All is swept and scrubbed
in the dark agitation of the winter beach