Written by: maggie flanaganwilkie

Anorak, gloves, a scarf? Well, I’m not sure
I’ll need the weight of winter outerwear, 
if sun’s included in your offering.
No matter, you’re the beach! I will inhale
whatever weather breaks, skies - clear or grey.
I’ve missed your salty kiss for much too long, 
your ever-changing, blue-green, moon-ruled flux; 
the way your rippling chants my favorite sound.
Too many days landlocked in middle earth, 
with only lakes to tease a sullen muse, 
is not the way to spend one’s summer time, 
when home and memory are out of tune.