© Cynthia Martz 2013
Sea Oats
The recesses of my mind
linger on the sounds of wind in the trees
I close my eyes.
I am warm on my blanket in the sand
Reminding me of days in Fall at the beach
Sand dunes drifting and piling up like snow avoiding the sea oats that protect them
The coolness of the air and the salty sea
Fresh scents that come and go
whiffs of memories on the boardwalk
popcorn, candy apples, freshly baked pretzels, hot dogs and fries
Fading as the wild wind carries it
Like a teenagers first kiss
Lingering memories brought back to life
The Band plays on “under the boardwalk”
© Cynthia Martz 2013