February Stroll on Plum Island

Walking Along the Seashore with Sisters

Between snow squalls and bursts of sunshine

We walked the shoreline

of Plum Island,

Husky with iolite eyes

digging in the sand.

Finding pretty shells and sea glass,

Sisters place these treasures in my hands,

Gifts of the sea

to bring home with me.

Holding them in my cold, wet,

wave-kissed hands

Close to my heart, sitting on driftwood,

Watching the surf roll in and out,

Foam lacing the wet sand,

sparkling in the afternoon sunlight.

Plovers peck for snacks,

Then fly away over the slate-blue

ocean waves.

*After recording the poem, I was inspired to change “move” to “roll” (line 13).

*A #tinywinterpoem (“Shoreline” prompt from

Beth Kempton

)

* The flute music behind my poem is also provided by me. The tune is “Southampton" from Titanic.