Happy Fall everybody! I haven’t posted a poem in a while so I tried writing something tonight. Didn’t really know where it was going but I wanted to work on descriptions and this is what I came up with! Let me know your thoughts.
A woman sits crosslegged in the sand
her arms freckled, stretched out
fingers fanned and searching,
a yellow top stark against her pale skin.
A plane passes overhead, dragging a banner
across the sky to celebrate bargain beach towels
while children laugh, passing a football down the beach.
Their bare feet leaving clots of sand that the ocean wipes away.
I study this from my balcony, bemused.
Bemused because I never liked the beach.
I never liked hot days, sweat,
sun burns or going shirtless.
I preferred the cool isolation of
mountain rivers and campfires,
the smell of smoldering leaves
and the taste of roasted marshmallow.
But as I watch the late sunset
transform a coastline
into watercolored art,
I start to understand.
I close my eyes, and I feel
the warmth of the waning sun. I listen
to cries of distant gulls. I taste
the salt air. And I breathe,
deeply.
