The Shore

Standing here gazing

at the glittering horizon

and distant hills,

I am amazed

at the stillness.

The tide far out

no sound or sight

of breakers

breaking the stillness.

Just single streaks

of silver

scribbled across the sand

of dull gold.

A treasure trove 

of beauty.

A Hill

You heave your craggy shoulders

up out of the dusty earth,

tearing the thin tissue of scrubby grass.

Tenacious trees

cling to your flinty sides

like modest sleeves

attempting to cover

your nakedness,

While in the crook

of your elbow

grey-roofed dwellings

nestle.