Gulls shift from white to bright yellow,
turning as they lift from the beach,
waves tipped with fire, licking the sand,
leaves, gold and ruby red,
swirl like sparks in an updraft,
trees charcoal black.
The orange sun, embers now, drowns;
and waves turn blue and gulls white.
Margo Waring began writing poetry halfway through the more than 40 years she has lived in Juneau. She credits her writers’ group with giving her the discipline and motivation to publish.