Provincetown Off-Season

There’s a quiet to this place
in that transition between winter
and when-will-it-get-here spring.

Ocean ombrés from greys to taupes
bereft of sails and buoys,
lonely tides missing congregant gulls.

Lulling seeping fog muffles sound.
Low-lying dulled clouds meld into one sky
misting all that lies beneath.

And if perchance the sun should shine
clearing skies to blue,
cold damp air chills the bones still.

Lean-into gusts of wind
accompany the lone walker,
a speck of time on these vast sands
in the quiet of this place.


Written for Open Link Night at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets.

Today Sanaa is hosting and from 3 to 4 PM, Boston time, we will be LIVE. Poets from around the globe will meet via Google Meet and read aloud one poem of their choosing. It’s amazing to see the faces of folks and hear their voices….come join us either to read a poem of your choosing, or just to sit in and listen. HOW TO JOIN US?

Go to https://dversepoets.com at 3 PM or just a few minutes after, and the links to join us will be there…just click and come!

Photo taken this morning from our deck in Provincetown.

We’ve spent two weeks in Provincetown, at the Watermark Inn for the past twenty-two years. We’ve been here in January, July, May, and September. For some beautiful photos over the years, click here!

11 thoughts on “Provincetown Off-Season

  1. Rob Kistner May 12, 2022 / 4:04 pm

    Captured the feeling wonderfully Lillian!

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  2. a.h. starlingsson May 12, 2022 / 4:23 pm

    You gave such a softness to that quietness…just like the misty photograph…the romantic scene neatly hid some tension that I think is there at the end of winter…beautiful verse…

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  3. sanaarizvi May 12, 2022 / 5:42 pm

    This is absolutely beautiful, Lillian! There is a wistfulness here that is oh so palpable. I love; “Low-lying dulled clouds meld into one sky misting all that lies beneath.”💝💝

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  4. Sunra Rainz May 12, 2022 / 6:10 pm

    A lovely scene you have painted here, Lillian. I feel as if I am that lone walker in the last stanza, love that whole stanza:

    “Lean-into gusts of wind
    accompany the lone walker,
    a speck of time on these vast sands
    in the quiet of this place.”

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  5. rothpoetry May 13, 2022 / 11:04 am

    I enjoyed listening to the live gathering and hearing you read your poem. Sounds a bit chilly in Provincetown this time of year! Enjoy your time there
    Dwight

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  6. Ingrid May 13, 2022 / 11:57 am

    It looks haunting in these conditions, Lillian: I do love the changing faces of the ocean!

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  7. merrildsmith May 15, 2022 / 7:41 am

    Oceans and beaches are special in all seasons. It’s wonderful that you’ve been able to experience that here.

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