Mondays Poetry Moment

     I AM . . .

I am that girl
sitting on the beach
in autumn
hair flying around my head,
I brush strands from my face
only to have it whip back around.
I push the long sleeves
of my beige silky knit
oversize sweater up to my elbows
I  pull my legs up in front
of me, bent at the knee
I wrap my arms around
my jean clad legs
just above the rolled up cuffs.
I dig my bare toes
into the sand.
hear the surf.
feel the spray.
sitting there, as I watch the sunset
blaze purple and green
across the sky.


© Lydia Lowe  9/12/2011