Shore Dragons

In the fog and on the shore

I go walking

The morning hours before dawn

Shadows stalking

The air is crisp and lightly salted

To the taste

And I find the solitude refreshing

When lacking hast

The pelicans

They glide along the shore

As the sounds of water lapping

More and more

The seagulls make their calls

To a host of other gulls

As I wander through the fog

Along the shore

The fog is thick

Like a serpent's scaling skin

And I cannot see

Where I'm going or where I've been

But life is short

So I continue on my way

Sleighing dragons

That rise from yesterday.

JE Falcon

11-30-2020