Short Stories and What Not

“The Lonely Shore”

 

 

 

 

The Lonely Shore

Weather has changed

Water cooler

Leaves fallen from glory

Lie beat, discarded

Tossed about by the careless wind

Rattling in discontent as they tumble and skip

It understands

This sense of emptiness

This lonely shore

Warmth is fleeting

Sand, once filled with summer light

Obscured now, by grayness

Covered by mist

Swirling and wailing

Lying low, the ghostly feet tiptoeing

Across the mirrored mountains

Crying for the lonely shore

Rain is coming

Winter has arrived

Sand shall see no more sun

The lonely shore

Accepts its course

Silent and undemanding

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