The Churn [Free Verse]

On the shore
of angry seas

I hear the crash
of foamy waves,

but miss the 
crisp sudsy sizzle
that one hears
on a sunny summer day.

That nuanced note
is lost to the Churn

Coastal Haiku

shore wash:
chasing, and chased by,
tiny feet



crab sand art
alien beach language
’til high tide



dark clouds.
fishing boats race
churning seas



spiked urchin
wedged amid the rocks,
step wisely



low tide
glass sea stretches to
the breakers