The  Tide  Turns

Old logs bump and grind, 

Tossed by turning tide,

Unstuck from silted sand,

Ebb seaward from the land.

  Warm wind and salt scour

  Pebbled beach where thin

  Shelled things scurry when sea

  Fingers search the intertidal hour.

        Creeks spring lush through

        Greening glades, spill onto

        Tide flats oozing mud which then

        This Turning brings to life - again. 

                Photos by Robyn Worcester, Stanley Park Ecology Society