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.
BEACH
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5 responses to “BEACH”
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Love the poem. I was at the beach last week and it felt so calming.
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Yes, life passes so quickly!
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Thank you!
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It is rather amazing, isn’t it. We were younger when we met!
Cindy
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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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