the beach

castles abandoned
flags blown away
pacifiers lost
in the shadows of sunset
birds glide
friends and couples stroll
waves fall unaltered by human bodies

the beach is almost empty now
and as the coolness of the breeze meets my skin
i can't help but thank God for the beauty of it all!

rose

What is the story of a creamy white rose,
left in a gravel parking lot,
wilted yet not brown?


undated --charleston, evening or early morning... on my way to take a walk on the beach. Must have been early spring, in the all day parking lot at Isle of Palms. I was inspired to wonder about this flower.
Was it the remnant of a romance lost, or the litter of a casual fling?