Dusk

Fishing on a cool October beach,
The crowds finally have gone,
I look around, there's no one.
Take a few more casts,
Water breaking,
Two hundred yards away,
Look around it's getting dark,
Sea gulls and terns
Waiting for my scraps,
Looked up to find,
A purple sky,
Living and wild.
No words could describe,
So I said nothing,
Just absorbed
The beauty of the evening sky.