ashbridges bay: poem
Nov 3rd, 2009 by Norman
ashbridges bay
there’s a pumpkin on the broken shore
greeting the waves
the sun’s taken refuge behind the clouds
readying for the close of day
grandma smiles as she ambles by me
November’s feeling kind
for a moment
though there’s a chill on my fingers
and the wind ruffles my scarf
the dogs jog down to comb the strand
the ducks bob
and I weave
eternity and an instant
and the grey pebble beach
the lap of waves
and contentment just within reach
click on the pigeon to home
