THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

 

THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

The sky’s crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s blue surface.

As the sun sets for the night,

it hides behind the darkening clouds.

The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a yellowed moon.

As the sky becomes inky black,

the water flows blood red.

From the murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

NEW BEGINNINGS

A DEMENTED DANCE

FORCE OF NATURE

Golden Hour by willyam http://ift.tt/2aItg9O

 

 

The waves stand

Straight as sentries,

Shoulder to shoulder.

They eye the shoreline,

Storm at their backs,

Wind at their sides.

The Sun sets above.

The sea ripples below.

The sky darkens.

Clouds rush in.

Birds flee the scene.

The sky opens.

Water rains from above.

Quiet reigns supreme.

They quicken their tempo.

They hit the sand with force,

Lines of soldiers,

Shoulder to shoulder

As one.

A PLACE OF FANTASY

 

 

A place of fantasy there must be,
where blues and green merge in the deep sea.

Clouds create formations into works of art,
resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.

I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
the rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.

The sand is soft beneath my feet,
warming my body with its heat.

Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
we’re sure to have fun till the day is done.