Writers Group

My writing group meets at my house tonight. Somehow lately I haven't made much time to write. But here's my stab at following a prompt I gave the group:

Summer Tapestry

Threads of light weave
A tapestry of red, orange and blue
Through the morning sky

Yielding as streams of hot yellow
Bake the homeward path
I walk at mid-day

And after bold blue splashes
Soak lawns, gardens, porches
And children in the afternoon

I hear crickets serenade
And train whistles moan
As they travel through black night

Until scents of purple clematis
Float through my window
And I sleep with sighs of satisfaction

Obviously - at least to those who know about summers in SC - Summer Tapestry prompted thoughts of the beach.

Beach Music

Waves play the cords
And seabirds squawk their tunes
While my feet beat a rhythm
In rough sand
Crunching tiny shells
Yes, humming along
In accompaniment to
Music of the shore

I'm not sure that these poems are done. Are they ever? More than likely I will work on them some more, perhaps not before the meeting.