An Atlantic Breeze
She palms my cheek,
lifts hair from my nape, kisses it
as I contemplate gentleness
for it isn't always her nature.
She's wooing me this summer eve
and I'm hard pressed to remember
a tempest she can be..
For now toes sink into cool sand,
waves gently ripple ashore
as seagulls soar
undaunted in her July sky.
by Margaret Bednar, July 5, 2018
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Scribble It - "Peace is every Step"