California
Winter turns to Spring
I can feel the cool ocean breeze in my bones, a small shiver runs down my back.
It’s the golden hour here in San Diego.
When the light starts to say goodnight.
I’m going to miss the smell of the pacific ocean waves..
Warm and inviting.
I see my friends gathering around for an evening meal.
Smiling and laughing, as I take in the moment.
Breathe in what little sea breeze,
Hold onto what little light is left, go.
I’ll sleep easy tonight.
For tomorrow I’ll go
-ej
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Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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Beautiful poem, makes me want to visit California
Love this rich imagery! From a fellow Californian :) ☀️