Sea breeze carries a slight chill
as she pulls the sweatshirt close,
sips hot strong coffee under rising sun.
Later that day, sweatshirt off and visor on
she palms lotion between her hands
rubs coconut scent upon her limbs.
Feet on rail, notebook in hand
ideas float as gulls hover overhead
pen hits paper as birds dive into sparkling sea.
Sun shifts westward, coolness returns
she dons layers again
like words stacked upon the page.
Days in this place
turn into moonbeams
and she retires to be born again.
Cape Cod, Provincetown, little piece of heaven on earth. AND: this turns out to be my first poem published! Provincetown Magazine, October 1 issue, 2015.
lillian the home poet 
You model–and so well–the spirit of rejuvenation. You rage, rage (perhaps gently) against the dying of the light.
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….yours are the words of a poet and true mentor….Many thanks!
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I feel it, the sea breeze the sun. . . even the coolness as it returns.
I also feel your gratitude for life and it’s contagious!
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Thankfor for every day…..for so many reasons beyond the pale.
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