By The Shore
“My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.”- Edith Wharton
A slender long legged woman with a honeyed tan
buries painted toes into hot grey sand
raises her face to the turquoise sky watching
seagulls as they take bread from her hand.
She spends her days walking
up and down the foamy water’s edge
collecting seashells and colored glass
smoothed by the ocean and sedge.
Her merry life is a simple one
for she has nothing to fear
spending long days with her dog,
And at night when the day’s done
she sits by the warm fire and reads
with her faithful companion she loves
always close at her feet.
As the clock strikes midnight,
they make their way to the bed
grateful for the downy pillows
on which to lay their heads.
Lulled to sleep by lapping waves
rushing to the moonlit shore
the salty air thick and heavy as it
creeps into the screened porch.
They drift away and dream
he’s chasing hares and she’s
laughing at his futile attempts
as her loving heart beams.
She knows the time will come
when he will have to leave
and when the reaper comes,
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg