The Seasons

stretched thin in the undertow
caught between a fisherman’s reel and cast
feet wrapped in the anchor
drifting; drowning

The Seasons

set out on a midsummers sail
knee deep in the tumbling winds
belly up on the underbelly of a whale
coasting; free

stretched thin in the undertow
caught between a fisherman’s reel and cast
feet wrapped in the anchor
drifting; drowning

coexisting in the crusty waters of fall
eyes set to the shoreline
wavering gaze
cold; lost

it’s below freezing
in the depths of february’s afternoon
head smacked to the shore
where the tide came in and the crabs roam
with a fist full of blood and a heart full of sand
choking on the grains of yesteryear
tired; ashamed

booeys cast in shallow wave
thickly painted big wooden chairs set for tomorrow
seagulls scattered on a merciful may morning
searching; humble

pink rays drift and the sun sets on june
as you toss back a prayer and ride home
as you set your compass for home
as you gather your sand dollars and walk home
as you set free your shells and swim home

as you plunge the waves and sink home

Written by: Mary Ehlers

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