The coast of your heart
Silver maple drapes
like a hovering mother
comforts the critters
on the deck couch
reclined, wind strokes
skin like a heavy feather
gulls never stop laughing
skimmers skim and sandpipers pipe
harpooned by the bay
crabs ghost under water
I remember a tree
like this one
low branching, a palm opened
straddling the crotch like a saddle
what we are making
are pathways to travel again
memories formed like trails
to last through the wilting years
I’m as calm as the catbird
sitting quiet by the gate
welcomed here to live a great story
to shape the coast of your heart
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‘what we are making
are pathways to travel again
memories formed like trails
to last through the wilting years’
I love the softness these lines.
as well as the title line, I love “wilting years”
Beautiful poem!
How beautiful.
Lovely.
The poem is beautifully paced and the language is beautiful.
The sounds and senses wrap us up nicely. You put the reader right there with you. Joyous! Also love “wilting years.”
I’m as calm as the catbird
sitting quiet by the gate:
good place to be
This is such a lovely well-made poem.