25 April
walking the beach of a morning
i found spring stealing across the Atlantic
she lighted up the sandy shore
with her coquettish and quicksilver promises
and though I am well experienced
with her capricious ways
I allow her easy access
to my cold heart
and twirl with the
greenness of young girl once again
as flighty spring
sparkles and dances over the cool water
and as i turn toward home
I feel the wind rustling the leaves at my feet
and I know
she but toys with me
~ and toy she does indeed here in New England.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
Beautiful find and dito words!
ReplyDeleteThat photo of the beach is ... well, beyond awesome! I'd put it on canvas and hang it on a wall. Love the words and yes ... the sea and the weather are fickle.
ReplyDeleteLovely personification of spring. She has settled down and settled in here on my coast.
ReplyDeleteOh how your words and images speak to me.....being a coastal dweller myself, I'm drawn to the beach.
ReplyDeleteWonderful photos and as always such beautiful words !
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the weekend,
Sylvia
She does toy with us! I do hope you find weeds in your yard soon. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat finds. Love the beach!
ReplyDeleteI love your poetry. Hug B
ReplyDeleteBeautiful shell!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous pictures and a wonderful blog!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for you visit and your kind words!
Brigitte
So in love with this photo and your poem! What a great find ...for me!
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