The ocean knows
In its coldness
The lonely walkers
Along its shore
Less as the season's
Wind grows warmer
As its force fades
In the seasonal transition
When winter dies
The walkers' solitude is
Now among many
Who frequent the shore
Where the spring sun
Is open and bright
That is their blanket
Of warmth
Against the breeze over
The sea
Lingering in spring's
New birth
circa 03.90
published 04.15.90 in the Sunday Eagle-Tribune
Spring On The Shore
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Ah, I love the ocean. Your words make me long to walk the beach. If it ever gets warm enough! It has been one long winter. I really love this poem. It sounds like we're both nature lovers too!
very good imagery. What do you mean you can't hold a candle to mine? There are fantabulous!
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