One cannot be upon the sand
…And smell the salty air,
And hear the crashing of the waves
…Without the seagulls there.
Their presence is pervasive as
…The omnipresent wind
Which strokes the surface of the sea,
…And makes the water bend.
When seagulls see, with eagle eye,
…A bite within the hand
They mob and move to skin as near
…As moves the gritty sand.
We see the gulls swarm ev’ry treat,
…So no surprise this one:
That early in the morning light,
…The seagulls swarm the sun.
————————————–
photo by Photonut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQN5hw/Sunrise+with+Gulls
————————————–
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
The Bard on the Hill 
It’s been far too long since I feasted on your poems–I know because birds are circling now. 😉
Glad you’re back before the death occurs! 🙂 Been thinking about you. Aren’t you the one that tried a wordpress.org site? If so, I’ve got some questions about that experience. Been thinking about one, not a poetry one, though.
I have not tried wordpress.org I haven’t the budget or the time for that. Now I feel guilty for not updating my blog in months and months. I haven’t completely stopped writing poems, just slowed to a trickle, and my inner-critic, who was once silenced and overwhelmed by the sheer volume is now able to focus. And my muse, having taken months off to do nothing but eat grapes and lounge about has atrophied quite a bit. I just have to set up a disciplined schedule again. 🙂
Nice one Dennis.