Beach Walking Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Above the western skyline
a silvered disc is pinned,
Illuminating footprints
dented in the sand.
A shadowed path to trace
before the climbing tide
obliterates the scars
of visitors before.
The ghost crabs scramble
in the beam
that leads us onward.
Out on the inky sea,
swaying beacons testify
to shrimpers slinging nets against
the thin horizon.
The indigo sky blushes,
a touch of peach at waters edge.
The palest hues tint waves,
and soon the clouds ignite
with promised day.
a gaining radiance
centers from the barest fringe
of burning orb
climbing from the azure edge.