Abandoned 

Salt encrusted,
wind swept
old sea dog of
the west
still and root strong
you stand,
just off the barked footpath

path of another place in history

as memories
walk an edge in the sand
as iced as black of a winter’s road
storm claimed her
like an old tool at an auction

The tide’s tongue slashed in and erased leavings.

©  2 minutes ago, Denise Annette White    loneliness • pain • nature