The lighthouse stood like a sturdy sentinel

on the widswept hill

Casting it's long slanting shadow across the

field of yellow daisies

The golden sun melted quickly below the the stark

horizon line

sending rays of pink clouds upwards into the crimson

twilight sky

Below the hill the fickle waves caressed the froth

littered shore with it's soothing sound

that echoed along the deserted beach as a soft sea

breeze sprung up and rustled the palm tree leaves that

rested nearby

Crafty night approached quietly with it's calvacade of

twinkling stars in tow and wrapped it's dark essence

like a devouring serpent around the lonely lighthouse

leaving only it's faithful searchlight spinning and

spinning like a carousel in dark lonely night

Michael Lance Kersting