Reflections of Stormy Grey

Form: Free Verse

It was cold that day as we walked
the beach. No children
squealing. The sea uninviting
in reflections of stormy grey.
It was time to talk. The beach huts
stretching out in a muted
rainbow, and the summer gone,
as we walked along the shore.
A seagull, spoke in a voice so loud and clear,
it echoed. He is a hungry, sad-eyed bird
missing the warmth of the sun,
for no one is left to share chips.
And we talk as we walk
our voices chanting certainty:
it will be okay, we can get through this
a thousand times, it will be okay.
It was cold that day as we walked
the beach. No children
squealing. The sea uninviting
in reflections of stormy grey.

©JGFarmer2020

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