Waves murmur,
Tumble, swell and tease,
As twilight falls upon the beach. 
Dusk slowly weaves a subtle spell 
Of brine and bliss 
And timelessness
Dissolved
 Into a sea-wrapped kiss
Of spiral gleams and mermaid dreams.
An old enchantment, this one is; 
The sweet caress 
Of secret things,
And fingertips
Of breeze-brought myth and
Promises the darkness brings.
 Forgotten tales steeped in delight;
Out of the night, 
The ocean sings. 
 

 
Seems so very Novembery. I love "Out of the night, The ocean sings"
ReplyDeleteValerianna ~ Novembery indeed *grin* Time to stack more wood!
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem Donna! Very vivid imagery.
ReplyDeleteMamabeaks ~ I think I was channeling my inner Dr. Seuss on this one :~) Hope to hear you are feeling better soon! *hugs*
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