wind lifts, skies darken, leaves to yellow,
white sand memories of kicking the foam,
tides rush in, crashing sandcastles
we built when you were small;
we made mountains, rivers,
moats and firmaments against encroaching tides,
a spirit of togetherness at the seacoast or Walden,
when we were working out problems
or having a good time;
memories of your childhood
now cast toward the ether,
as wind lifts, skies darken, leaves to yellow,
portend nature's seasons;
time marches on,
you, a man; your sister, a woman,
leave for your own seasons
as wind lifts, skies darken, leaves to yellow,
white sand memories turn to white snow memories;
you bring your children
to the seacoast, Walden,
where white sand memories of kicking the foam,
of tides rushing in, crashing sandcastles we will build,
and make mountains, rivers,
moats and firmaments against encroaching tides,
spirit of togetherness enjoined in keeping our family together,
as wind lifts, skies darken, leaves to yellow;
nature's seasons march on,
toward the eternal winter,
that final sleep that closes our eyes, keeps open our hearts,
stills our blood, gives our souls eternal voice,
as wind lifts, skies darken,leaves to yellow,
white sand memories forever engrained in marble, our souls.
Copyright (c) Kathryn Esplin-Oleski 2007
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Comments: 61
loved the imagery
White sand memories..this is so evocative.
This is very well written. I especially like the cadence and the echoing imagery covering a span to succeeding generations.
Thank you.
That was beautiful Kathryn.
Thank you Fred.
Thank you, Otelia.
Great read - you should write more poetry. :-)
One thing about my poetry: I am too lazy to put it in correct form. That always rubbed me the wrong way. Thanks for your kind words....
Natalie - thanks for your kind words, too....Interesting that a few images pasted in my brain could create such a thing as this.
I really enjoyed this.