March is a hard month. On a personal level it’s a vivid reminder of loved ones I’ve lost. Too often it can’t make up its mind as to whether it wants to be winter or spring. Recently, we were spoiled by a couple of those glorious spring days, so I grabbed my camera and went for a walk along the beach in an effort to lift my spirits. Got a bunch of cool photos and this poem to show for my efforts. I hope you enjoy them.
The seagulls dance in the surf
and glissade across the sky;
they party with their friends along the shore,
enjoying snails in the sand without need
of butter or garlic, though a loaf or two
of bread would not come amiss.
Seagull chaperones, bored by youthful antics,
watch from the sidelines on the off chance
they might be needed to resolve a dispute.
I watch their play from my corner of beach
filled with longing for a life so carefree,
and listen to their off-key chorus,
screeched laughter that mocks me.
I haven’t been invited to the party.
If I try to crash it they would fly away
rather than bear my company.
~Elise Skidmore ©2016