An amber sunset clings to sea's horizon
Hues of molten lava bathed in coral pastel
Tall masts piercing stillness of unburdoned sky
Gulls in nightful bantor navigate shorelines
Etched in waves' caress amid pebble and sand
Naked toe impressions tell of lovers' pass
Cautious steps in avoidance of nature's things
Tiny crab in petrified scatter abound
Gulf winds drifting in ambient intrusion
A taste of salty maiden mist drifting in
Kelp and driftwood strewn in artful disarray
Markers of tidal discharge, banal existence
Now dotlets of humanity in twilight's glow
Flicker intermittent as stars upon nigh
Sound fails save water's ripple, at last alone
Skipping stones in ambivalent reflections
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, a lovely poem but I cannot believe that it is about Hamilton of even Stoney Creek. I lived on the Mountain for 8 years. Lots of fog but no 'salty maiden mist'. Read mine - Home Is - Adeline