Shared Pleasures In Spring

Do we hold onto visions of constraint?

No! Let senses fly elusive, our psychic

yearns for freedom to explore,

then with eyes shut tight...hands joined

hear sounds course between our space,

listen for distant whoosh! As nearing gusty

wild ambush of crashing waves bestows

atmosphere to our poetry.

Pause...then with paper and pen,

to swoon at leathery, salty skin

those handsome clad fishermen,

their daily task not a grind

but a lingering necessity,

as sprawled out coastal trawlers

bring home their catch in holds

bulging with delights.

Meet me as minds linked on

warm Spring day – visualize

gentle meandering coastal paths,

see blooms of sea pink thrift

along cliff edges – clusters of

tiny magic wands nodding heads,

as if enjoying conjuring the salty

sea air as much as we do,

not a flower to hide,

but sits openly

meditating

the day away,

admiring each

sunrise and sunset

of a brand new

Spring day.