Winter Storm

[image from google - djvibe.com]

Last night

on the news,

they showed

our beach,

roiling

in winter storm.

How we loved

going to

the wildest shore

we could find,

in winter:

Combers,

or South Beach.

We'd trek

joyously

for miles,

salt spray

in our faces,

ears full

of wind

and

the mighty

sound

of the sea.

Last night,

I longed so

to be there,

with you,

once again,

one more time

to watch you

loping along

the beach

with your loopy grin,

and your eyes

on fire,

tongue out,

splashing

in and out

of the waves,

in total

joy.

In my dreams,

that's where

we are,

still,

heart in heart,

paw in hand,

two wild creatures,

hearts

full of joy

and

the pounding

pulse

of the sea.