evening scene

a quartet of silver-haired "youngsters"
saluted the sunset tonight.
like soldiers strong and tall they faced the west,
shoulders back, arms up, blowing a mellow note
on their conch shell.
as one they made a quarter turn to the north
sending out the farewell again.
two more turns accomplished all directions.

we enjoyed the serenade, clapping our thanks
from the 6th floor balcony.
a treat for sure, enhanced
by the roaring waves and
pink sky.

we drift off to sleep
to the "tune" of thunderous waves
crashing on the shore.