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!