so sweet to embrace the air at 70 degrees
my toes don't turn blue
when they hit the hardwood floor in the morning
a small sparrow hawk in the viciously pruned vitex
my goldfish are bumping
male goldfinches display the ever faint yellow
of summer plumage
the sun stays up longer and I feel more alive
I want to share with my friends, but all I can give them now are air hugs
we walk the beach
separate, but sneak in a hug
faces turned, and the tide rolls in, as always
Sweet affirmation in a dire time. I'm smiling.
A bit sad but true-- Nice piece. Especially like the closing image - the "faces turned" and the "tide rolls in" ... always. Hopeful. Good writing.
"sneak in a hug..."
Definitely. *
Lovely, sad poem.
Lovely poem.
Nice!
Liked this a lot. Going to cut and paste it into my ongoing journal, the one I'm keeping for "posterity"
if that's all right with you.
Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Sam. Stay well!
Thanks, Tim...I can't give up my hugs!
Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, Gary. Be careful, stay well!
Thank you, Dianne! :)
Thank you, David. I'd be honored for you to preserve my work. :)
"a small sparrow hawk in the viciously pruned vitex"
Sinuous virtuoso line!
(Not many writers I know who can manage a r-s-t-u-v-w-x-y in one line! Whoa!)
Thank you, Bill. It wasn't intentional, I'm just a fly by the seat of my ass writer(?) Have no formal education, just write it as I see and feel it.
Wonderful ending.
Wonderful paean to hope and life.*
Nice and nicely done. Good gift.
Thank you, Beate. Life always goes on, one way or another.
Thank you, Daniel.
Thank you, Darryl. :)
Oh, yeah.
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