Life at No.22, Poetry

My Heart’s Home

Fresh southerly winds

Sandblasted salty hair

Hiding behind dunes

Stirring up memories

Sandy toes wriggling

Salty tears fall

Slowly and rhythmically

Moving like tides

Returning home refreshed.

17 thoughts on “My Heart’s Home”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s