A beautiful day

It was a beautiful day,
more beauty than I deserved,
February sunshine,
a walk on the beach,
climb up to white rock
and search the sea
for seals and dolphins
which I didn't see
but imagined
the lobster markers
as mythical sea monsters.

A bumble bee buzzed
and the dog
surprised two tourists,
a plaid rug
and a bottle of wine
picnicking among the gorse
and wild thyme,
that is useless to pick
as it has no tang.

The moles are still
tunneling,
the gulls screaching
their eerie call
that rips souls
all the way
to the Ecrehous.

It was a beautiful day
the sun was warm,
I rolled my sleeves,
plaited my hair
and kicked at the dust
watching daffodills
dance and even
the little pippet laughed,
too much too soon,
how I long for summer
and not just a false spring.






Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 207 times
Written on 2019-02-22 at 18:56

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text



shells
I can almost smell the salt, beautifully descriptive, I too am impatient for Summer.
2019-02-22


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
False spring sounds good to me as I stare out at snow, and wait to have the car I ran into a snowplow repaired. Nice poem. I especially liked your description of the sound gulls make. "Soul ripping" indeed.
2019-02-22