Fort Bragg, CA
Friday Writings #183
"...I'd like you to write about a perfect afternoon, either one you've had or would like to have."
Fort Bragg, CA
hair windtangled
salty and damp
another day of fog
cold wet sand
between my toes
clam shows at surf’s edge
precarious steps
over seaweeded rocks
pools left behind by the tide
sea anemones swaying
hermit crabs scrabbling
sea stars clinging
jacket pockets full
olive shells and sea glass
to fill a jar on the window sill
©2025 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
Your summery poem is lush and so vivid I could feel it, breathe it in .... Wow!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, Lisa. You took me back into adolescence with this one. We, from Nebraska had driven to Oregon to visit my maternal grandparents. My grandmother took we children to the Pacific beach. She dug at a clam mound to gather some for food at home. But there were no clams. We did come home with a sack of seashells, of which we had never seen before. The lived in Warrenton
ReplyDeleteOregon.
Ah yes, I remember some like this too – though in my case in Tasmania.
ReplyDeleteTo capture a good memory to keep forever shining in the window is wonderful! Jae
ReplyDeleteA jar of beautiful memories,,,,still have mine.
ReplyDeleteI love the afternoons I spent beachcombing in Maine. This reminds me so much of those days.
ReplyDeleteSuch a vivid description of your walk along the beach - A vicarious pleasure for me, as it is cold, wet and dark in Melbourne on this winter's night.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a perfect day to me. I love beach glass.
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