Chestermans in Snow
photo by Christine Lowther
Dear Winter Beach,
Your siren song has called to me
for decades,
your ley lines drawing me to you
as surely as a murrulet to her nest,
a migrant whale to its feeding ground.
And now another winter
is on its way.
Dare I dream that,
as your waves go wild with joy and fury
in storm,
I will walk your shoreline,
enraptured,
once again?
I'll meet you
at the foreshore.
I'll be the one in the rain gear
walking a walrus-sized golden retriever.
Love,
your biggest fan
Posted for Mary's prompt at dVerse Poets Pub, to write a letter (sadly now a lost art that should be revived) The responses at dVerse are a great start!
