October: Medville shuts down
Regroups gathers its spent shambles
Tears down tents and cabanas
Summer squatters retire
Commerce settles accounts
Doors close done with the season
On cue the Provençal sun moves on
Grey eiderdown clouds
Cover the Med in corduroy slate
She moves with the east wind
Slaps and booms black edged waves
Removes the sand on the beach
Claiming her territory she tumbles and rolls
Pebbles with rhythmic victorious sighs
In liquid Morse code the sky falls
Into her quiets the waves
Plumbs the depth of her strength
Fills her soul with music and power
So she can dance with boats
Sing through rigging
Shower rocks with starbursts
And create another world
Winter requires preparation.
It certainly does…. I am not quite ready. You know how I love my sunshine, but still, there is something so fascinating and energizing when the Med decides to play a little rough that I can’t help but grin.
I have my moments…
Like the Med, I like it when the tourists leave. Now I can get across Main Street. Unfortunately, we’re also a ski destination, so we’ll soon be inundated with roof-racked cars and neon-colored clothing. On top of all that, our grasslands are being overrun by vineyards, so we get the wine-guzzlers too.
Sigh. Maybe I should move.
Oh yeah. Loved your poem.-)
It sounds like the rape of paradise!
Moving is always an option but where would you like to go that would be better than where you are?
Oh yeah. Thanks.-) Funny man.
Nowhere would be better. You’ve seen the pictures. Well, I’ve heard that the south of France is pretty nice.-)
Reading this makes me realize how much I miss the water, Emm. I can really envision what you wrote in this piece. Makes me homesick for the Gulf and the beach. I’m not ready to give up the sun or the warm just yet (or ever) for winter’s cold winds and snow. Take care…, Happy Autumn!
There is nothing like vast amounts of water to set things straight and help you see the bigger picture. Be happy. 🙂
Fabulous photo and poem.:)
Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed both.
Tu regardes, tu vois, tu comprends, tu ecris.
C’est la magie.
Ce que je ne peux pas ecrire c’est ce que je ressens quand je t’emerveille. Merci