The Shore Poem by Kim Hoolihan

Softly the whisper of the summer wind caresses my face.
The fresh grass glistens in the evening sun.
Crackling and popping, seaweed lay on the empty shore.
Scattered memories amongst the debris and clutter.
Seagulls screaming and screeching in the distance.
As I move a rock a crab scuttles away deep into the mud.
The sky is slowly getting darker, the sun slips quietly behind the evening clouds, leaving the mysteries of the night to come.
Blossoms dropp gently from the trees, a fish surfaces then quickly returns to the murky water, leaving ripples that soon fade.
So many beautiful things, so mysterious.
As I walk away I hear the cry of my soul begging to be free.
As the coldness of the water surrounds me, I hear the whisper of summer say goodbye.