It was late on a cold windy night
I walked the beach alone
No one was there waiting for me
I was in no hurry to get back home.

The wind was blowing, the water rough
I walked along the sandy shore
My head held down, I covered my ears
But, could still hear the ocean roar.

The ghost crabs scurrying, running about
The sky was dark, the moon was hidden
All the stars gone from sight
Their sparkle for now, forbidden.

I saw a light in the distance
A fisherman sat huddled in a chair
He threw his line out in the dark
Tended it with loving care.

He had a bucket of white fish
Sitting by his side
Said he had better luck at night
When fishing in high tide.

I walked about two miles before
Deciding to head on back
I was cold and started feeling tired
The sky now turning black.

Slivers of silver lightning
Igniting the clouds in the sky
The thunder beginning to rumble
The sky was about to cry.

A few raindrops fell upon my face
It was time to head back home
I started to feel cold and damp
Chilled right down to the bone.

When I got back, took off my jacket
It’s the one I always wear
I poured a cup of coffee
Then sat back in my easy chair.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.


  1. Oh.. I love this. What a read!

    Slivers of silver lightning
    Igniting the clouds in the sky
    “The thunder beginning to rumble
    The sky was about to cry.”

    Warmth in a poetry is what you give your readers, Patty!

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  2. I love walking on the beach. I walk most of the time alone, as well. Including the fisherman, fishing alone except for his fish… you walking except for the sand crabs scurrying about…are we ever really alone. Loved your poem.

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