October Med

grey skies la Croix

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

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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13 Responses to October Med

  1. john zande says:

    Winter requires preparation.


  2. arjaybe says:

    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.-)



    • emmylgant says:

      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.


      • arjaybe says:

        Nowhere would be better. You’ve seen the pictures. Well, I’ve heard that the south of France is pretty nice.-)



  3. PapaBear says:

    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!


  4. Fabulous photo and poem.:)


  5. Encore incroyable.
    Tu regardes, tu vois, tu comprends, tu ecris.
    C’est la magie.


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