August was National Postcard Poetry Month and ever so much fun to meet the challenge of writing and mailing a postcard every day. However, many things have occurred in my life and I have not had time to finish posting the month’s accumulation. I’ll get a few up today.
She walks alone to the ocean,
Sea mist on her cheeks.
Alone, past the hedge,
Winding through ice plants
On rolling sand dunes.
She walks alone as rain falls
On soft white sand,
Alone with her memories
At the end of the lane.
C.J. Prince
©2013
Ice plant growing on a sand dune.
C.J. Prince Poet 