seafoaming tide rolls up my sandy spine
beseeching me, drawing me in
bright notes of a gull lost in the cloudless sky
I lie among the jetties and wait for summer to return


Optimistic Existentialist said...

This poem is quite levely. I came across this while looking through blogger reading random blogs. You have a lot of talent! Care if I follow your blog? You can follow mine as well. I look forward to reading more of your work!

Charity said...

Complimented much, and delighted to have you along for the feedback- and inspiration of shared work.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Thank you so much for the beautiful rain poem on my blog. You're incredibly gifted.