Winter Beach

When you are

in love with place,

the winds

blow love your way.

Every day

begins and ends

with pure

contentment.

The white, soft sand

blesses

the bottoms

of your feet,

and the dune grass

burns golden

in the amber light

just before dark,

when the sun

goes down.

Your heart

takes flight

on every

eagle's wing,

when you are

in love with place,

and it knows

your name.

My first wordle - 15 words used out of 30.