Sunset on the watch hill beach

Sunset on the watch hill beach,
Overlooking the sheltered harbor,
Watching the fleet of sailboats line up,
One by one in single file they make their way back in,
Between the anchored harbored hulls.
The fine grain sand azure,
Shifting beneath my feet,
Becomes firm on this elevated dune,
From which the cove that spans two seaboard states,
Along the coastline can be surveyed.
Faint yellow hues of blue, gray and green,
Shimmering against the sun,
Setting in a violet sky,
Illuminate the shops and room front rentals
Across the seaside summer faire.
The preserve cackles with the sound of gulls,
Crashing waves upon the beach,
Repeating blows of an evening horn,
Cannons like clockwork call the sailboats home,
While crickets whistle among the grass.
Some parts of the beach still today are free,
To wander if you wander,
Far enough towards the setting sun.

petals falling from trees

scattered in chaos about the ground in innocuous novelty
living entities plucked from their source in the process of decay
unique spots dot the ground, indistinguishable at a distance from blobs of white paint
lifted by the breeze to dance across the street until they come to rest against the curb

fish swimming in schools

harmonic behavior synchronized amidst the chaos of evasion
countless shaded slivers undulating in unison in three dimensional transformation