Beach Hikes

Beach hikes are the best because there is no elevation. I can walk for miles, barefooted, sand between my toes and shells strewn along the way. Waves repeating melody cancels the cares of the world, healing power of sound and saltwater.

Except in some beaches of Portugal where the hike to the small beach among rugged cliffs is near impossible. A road leads down, the surf pounds and beware of being pulled under.

In Crete the road winds along sharp curves, narrow, sometimes one lane, for miles going down until finally, there is an expanse of beach, pink sand and clear water.

in any season

this offering to the land

brought by the sea

Beach Hikes

Night Shelling

Under a super moon

Even the tides were on our side

Going out with the starlit

Moonlight change to dawn

Crunch return path

Under the belt of Orion

Trees that have always marked the way

Look different now

Their silhouette on the horizon

Unmoving

 

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dVverse quadrille prompt to use the word crunch – the sound of feet crunching the shells on a beach walk

Night Shelling

Low Tide

Sanibel Island low tide before sunrise

still night sky waning crescent moon

so many stars in the blackness

it is hard to look down from this

 

did I come to search for shells or

hear the gentle lapping of the water

after the storm of last night or

marvel in the quiet of the air

 

a few others with their lights

shining down among the sand and shells

are searching in the low tide pool

small beacons along the beach

 

this moment when God said look at the sand

then God said see the stars

Low Tide