Tell me what you will do when you “go to the beach.” I’d love to hear what you are doing. I’ll be knitting on a special “Irish Hiking Scarf” that my son wants me to make for him. It will take a while to do this – but I can envision him wearing it next winter. And, he wants the matching hat, too. I guess I’ll be “at the beach” a lot in the months ahead.
Wide fields of Queen Anne’s lace, full bloom
at the base of the mountain on Berchtesgadener Street
A small pink stone, nestled in the sand near my feet
half buried in sand and soft damp earth.
We remember today that we have lost our fathers and
The orange fields remind us of our loss. I will return
Alone after dark and close the rose curtains. (Walking by Inner Vision, p.20)