Glasses on an open book
its pages ruffled by the wind.
Spring air (as winter melts away)
against a naked patch of skin.
The warmth of sunlight on my back.
The sight of seagulls as they fly.
The scent of sand beneath a towel.
The curl of waves under the arc of sky.
Salt water when it’s clear and cool.
Toweling hair after a swim.
The beauty of the beach when fall is near.
How skin when drying, gathers itself in.
These images and more return to me
when salt and sand and sea’s nearby.
Sweet days lived long before I knew
how life like summertime could fly.
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Cynthia M. Sheward
Cynthia Sheward has written poetry since she was a child. She was born in Massachusetts but spent her young life in New Jersey. She applied her English degree from Arcadia University teaching junior-senior high school in Vermont the 70’s. In the 80s, she and her husband built their own house with their own hands in the mountains of North Carolina. In the 90s, she returned to NJ where she worked for a Fortune 500 corporation until her retirement.
Her work has been published in Friends Journal, Evening Street, the Bennington Banner, Fiber Arts Magazine, the Mountain Times and various other print media.
She currently resides in Jupiter, Florida.
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Love the poem. I was at the beach last week and it felt so calming.
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Thank you!
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I adore the beach but cannot manage the heat and sun anymore. These images are from my younger years when it was my favorite place in the world.
Love you,
Cindy
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Yes, life passes so quickly!
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It is rather amazing, isn’t it. We were younger when we met!
Cindy
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