Warmer Days
The chill keeps me
From what I long for.
As always, impatient, I
Wait for warmer days.
The ocean, that's what I love.
Accepting and inviting,
It'd roll out to greet me.
Peaceful, such is that beach.
I'd strip off winter-heavy
Clothes, freeing my feet
To feel wet sand between toes
And the cold spray on my skin.
I'd nimbly climb rocks
Checking well for signs
Of small life.
Starfish, crabs, the others I miss.
I'd watch the seagulls wheel
In the air or bob in that sea.
I'd smell the salty air
And watch waves crash the shore.
Maybe I'd build a sand castle
With my own two hands and
I'd imagine a knight and his lady fair
And the evil man who must live there.
And I'd enjoy my solitude
Caught up in private thoughts
While I saw touched and heard.
How I'd be at peace with myself there.
But now there's snow on the ground,
And it's cold. That beach is closed.
So I can only imagine what I'd do
In warmer days.
-srw
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