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.