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;
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.
sharing this with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, my friends, where there is good reading every Sunday morning.
How beautiful, Sherry. This piece is like a contented sigh.
ReplyDeletea golden moment that certainly helps carry one through heavier times :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! You are in a beautiful place - both geographically and mentally - in this poem! What joy you have expressed!
ReplyDeleteYes, it knows your name! I am beginning to realize how important that is--it's in my political poem of today. I'd much rather be sharing love with the wind. Great poem and greater photo!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Mary.. a physical as well as mental place!
ReplyDeleteThis gives me shivers, it's so beautiful!
ReplyDelete"dune grass/burns golden/in the amber light/just before dark": Lovely! <3
ReplyDeleteMmmm... there is such a pervasive feeling of contentment when you really bond with a place and know its moods down into your bones.
ReplyDeletemama en got it right - a contented sigh!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully tranquil and serene!💞
ReplyDeleteNothing is better that visiting the wild and to find that it accepts you. I amsure you have had a passport for some years now.
ReplyDeleteWhen you are
ReplyDeletein love with place,
the winds
blow love your way
The elements will play its part when one is in love. It normally works that way Sherry!
Hank
"the winds blow love your way" ... I love that.
ReplyDeleteI like your devotion to place.
ReplyDeleteFortunate indeed are the ones who are loved by a place. Desolate indeed are the ones for whom place is simply a postal address.
ReplyDeleteSherry I am having so much trouble comment. Loved your poem!
ReplyDeleteThat is how a place should be... and just maybe it becomes like this if you love it.
ReplyDeletethere is such a peaceful feel to this poem. yes, those places are your friends.
ReplyDeleteAny one who affirms that Here and Now is exactly where one should be and is / can read this poem and agree. At such places and moments one knows where true north lies.
ReplyDeleteThis time and place is all we have. I love how you cherish it and makes me want to go for a walk and appreciate my setting. Lovely writing Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThis is a magical view--the sense of calm comes through the words
ReplyDeletewonderful to be in love with place
ReplyDeletefor then there is peace and comfort
in that space
beautiful Sherry
What a delicious (and true) piece of poetic yumminess. Few things add to the power of a place as knowing (that goes both ways).
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely articulation of 'that' relationship - and what a stunning close … unique and unexpected, it totally captures that spiritual symbiosis.
ReplyDeleteI'm there.
ReplyDeleteZQ
What a blessing it is to love where you live and to be perfectly contented and at peace. Hold it close and enjoy.
ReplyDeleteSherry- so beautiful.
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