Mar
9
The gusting wind bites cold
Against the short hair on the
Back of my neck
Standing on the beach in
Late winter
To remind myself there once was sun
Rain is never welcome
When it’s cold
Mixed with the spray off the shore
In small speckled liquid shards
They bite with the wind
Against the short hair on the
Back of my neck
I think
A little sun can’t hurt
Warm respite
I can feel it as I see it in my mind
Its presence palpable
I take off my hat
In the cold and rain
Wind blows through thick curls
And i feel the fancied sun
Beat down
Children run with sand-packed feet
Splashing in the foamy surf
Apparition summer
Apparition heat
The chill turns peaceful
And I know the light is there
I like it! When I read it, I sense patience, hope.
Very calming for me carlton bravo piece here