Another Poetry Month post and another reshared poem. I wrote this one after one of my many, many beach walks where I came home inspired by just how lucky I am to live where I do.
My beach is a poem:
laying out her
glories each morning;
welcoming me
to her sand.
My beach is a poem:
her salty air
medicine
to soothe
my troubled mind.
My beach is a poem:
water like sparking jewels
spilling from
a sandy treasure chest.
My beach is a poem:
whispering waves
singing and crooning
their morning tune.
My beach is a poem.
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