Late Autumn Beachcombing

Alone we walk along the tan, pristine October sand                
All of the frantic footprints of summer having long washed away  
               
The lonely gulls fly overhead, calling out woefully                
As if asking us why we are still here, haven't fled                
               
It is a spectacular day, the sun golden and vibrant                
With both a warmth in the air and an occasional chill                
               
We savor early morning on Maryland's Eastern Shore                
Suddenly sharing the beach with a jogger and a hopeful fisherman      
               
Your hand is tiny and chilled in my hand as I warm it                
Reminding me that you're here with me now, like you always have been
            
In the background is the low rolling, drumming of the surf                
Connecting us to life eternal and where it all began                
               
As you bend down, you pick up a washed up seashell like a curious little redheaded girl so full of wonder                
I'm reminded of how many different ways I love you                
               
My mind wanders back and forth to all many miles of beaches we've walked together throughout the years              
And how lucky I am that you've led me by the hand around the world  
               
For a moment I'm a little saddened that we too are in our autumn  
But then again thankful that I realize and appreciate this                
               
Turning you towards me, I pull you in close                
Feeling your cold nose nestle into my neck                
               
Then I close my eyes and kiss you long and gentle                
Adding this to my treasure chest of cherished memories