The island that I know has memories
on the beach, in the imprint of steps
taken one at a time.
Finding a voice in poetic stance
Trodding over branches that fell
onto white, sunkissed sand, warm
like the turn of Autumn to Spring.
I walked over these paths many times,
reminiscing of days lying there,
looking up into clarity. The sky
responds with a bright, arched
grin. The hues of blue laughing.
Mindful that lunchtime approaches,
a sip of iced coolsicle, crushed ice
water dripping down the glass,
onto the sandy beach. Smiling,
my skin is scorched red and I forget
the sun lotion.
Now stinging, my skin feels sore.
I now it is time to go into the sea
and feel reassured that summer is always
around the corner.
(c) nature thoughts nw