On a winter's walk
- Summerville Beach, N.S.
[01/19/00]
I
rambled the shores of home yesterday,
the
white craddling my feet as I tread
the
blanket parting of snowy spread.
I
wrote poetry in my mind...
Unwritten
words.
Things
which lay secret in my depths,
Sleeping
like a cat.
Dormant
as winter life.
I
penned words that will never touch paper
Truths
that no one would know, nor ever will.
Unwritten
soliloquies to the ocean;
the
ink still fresh and smudgable in my mind.
Every
breath I took of the brine
Revived,
and made me shiver in delight.
Beloved
is the mist that
danced
under my nose.
An
aroma, that of freshly-cut cucumbers.
A
fever of love I have for this place.
Turning
to go -
part
of me will remain dormant,
until
I return here
to
awaken it again.
ABOUT THE POEM I penned this poem shortly before I departed from my beautiful southeast Nova Scotian home to head out west, near the end of February 2000. Leaving the 'nest' for the first time was about the hardest thing I've ever had to do up to that point in time. Things were changing so fast.
The time shortly before my move was one of reflection and wistful rememberance of the good times I enjoyed at home. Not surprisingly then, the above words flowed sentimentally during my last walk on Summerville Beach - a place where I've wandered since a child.
The poem is very special to me, since it signifies my deepest loves and memories of home, along with the dear people who made life beautiful.
I now realize that no matter where we may roam, whether it be just around the corner - or across the nation - 'home' is still where your heart is...and we can always return.
This poem is dedicated to my dearest family and friends who gave the gift of their love; and to the beautiful "Ocean Playround" I know and love: Nova Scotia, Canada.
-Beverly
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