The dunes stand stark
bared by the rising sun
Backlighted wavelets wash the shore
in silent persistence
Leftover sand castles crumble
melt into the tide
The crispness of the early morning
defines with clarity
Random patches of shade
dotting the vistas flee the infringing daylight
Organizations of slender reeds cast
long wavering shadows
Fading footprints still trace
irregular paths duneward
Soaring gulls intone
a mawkish serenade
Cautious shore birds wade and peck
in new formed tidal pools
Last night there was frost
Summer is at rest