for the first time
in seeming months
we sat at water’s edge
mesmerized by stillness
listening
to the gentle lap of waves
feeling the warmth
of afternoon sun
slowly melt our frozen souls
shadows passed
as geese honked overhead
laughing children scurried by
Ah…
I heard a voice within
at last,
there is hope again
tio stib
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Sharing a beautiful poem today.
Sitting on a beach sounds wonderful doesn’t it?
Right now, we are in the deep freeze – with snow and ice and predictions of even lower temps and winds coming from the north.
May we all be “on a beach” occasionally, in our memories, as we move through the winter months – one day at a time.
On a cold snowy day here in Wyoming, I’d like nothing better than to be on a Florida beach with my brother. Thank you for taking me there.
You are most welcome. I once spent some long winter days in Star Valley, Wyoming, a state a friend referred to as Wyartica. May Spring find you soon.
I’ve never heard of Wyoming being called Wyoartica, but the name fits.