sits clasped in my hand.
Sitting on a rickety porch,
I watch cranes take flight
and dive at waters below.
Foamy waves break on the sand,
The dunes,
The docks,
The sailboats.
Endless blue skies
stalked by ominous grey clouds.
Summer squalls,
The sweet smell of rain
and sea spray
blows salt and sand in my face.
The wind tussled my hair,
leveled my sandcatles.
Watching with awe,
the moment the moon floods black sky.
Oh how I miss it,
The lazy days.
m e m o r i e s : f r o m : s u m m e r s : p a s t
-m e r e d i t h : s i l v a-
