Bath By the Coast

Grey, depressed and soggy was the riverside shore My toes plummeted into the lack luster mush. The goose flesh clamminess invaded my pores Far away from my favorite sand scrubs purchased at lush. Existing off the grid, on the coast is dreamlike and serene. I’ve gained self-owed feeling of completeness from bathing with the minnows and never soundproofing my screams. I've been hypnotized by the monarch’s vivid glow and the honey suckle’s sweetness. The fall foliage boasting its beauty before snow. true friends are the birch and cedar trees indeed. Stout forests brimming with deep rooted kept secrets. While the tide varies habitually like the bluesy moods of a woman ridding her monthly red seed. Whistling winds reminds me I am not alone The breeze communicates with me as if we are old pals on the phone. (contest entry for: Emile Pinet New Fall Sonnets) nov 12