At the Close of a Peaceful Day

Rippling white ribbons

Of seawater rolling in

To lap up cold and still,

Gray night sands-

The tall, proud

Lighthouse on the head

Taking another leisurely spin-

A dozen fishing boats

Spread across the expanse

From here to the horizon,

Twinkling and flashing

Like a family of shy fireflies,

Hiding, then peeking out

For a moment or two-

The last, lingering rays

Of the setting sun

Painting a golden green backdrop

For the ever-darkening clouds

That float effortlessly

Above an endless indigo sea-

And I stand here,

Take it all in,

Breathe a little deeper

Of the gentle salt sea air

On a mild and mellow

Night in May

At the close

Of a peaceful day.