Abating.
Now summer is blighted
a quieter air takes control
as green becomes autumn-imbued.
I follow the lead of change,
basking in glassy-topped sheen
of meandering tide that windless
creeps up the now crowd-less beach.
I while an hour away,
walking the adder-striped
wave-ridged sand furrows and
wading through shallows of low tide
warm pools feeling like those long-ago
where we splashed fun over our meetings.
Heartache tho\' abating
partners all my exploring
and recalls every kiss taken
before solo beach walking.