Beach Nightfall--By Robert L. Porter, Jr.--United States

Beach Nightfall

Pelicans flying home in single-file flights.

Glowing gold hues and darkening blue sights;

Mists flowing slowly over wave-break whites;

Scene dotted with soaring wind-driven kites.

While crying seagulls seek nests pair by pair,

Nostrils are savoring the sweet sea air;

Beach phantoms are packing their gear with care;

Last fisherman casts out his final snare.

We feel the dusk breeze blow through our hair;

The setting sun is our apricot confrere.

What a prized place to be -- we love it there!

A wondrous day; thankful, we murmur a prayer.

Robert L. Porter, Jr. is a retired entrepreneur from several industries.  An early lover of poetry, he restarted his postponed writing of poetry a decade ago and has just begun seeking publication.  Primarily a rhymer, he writes on personal experience in life and love.  He is humbled by the wonderful works published in today’s contemporary free style journals.