The North wind swears; autumn rains fall.
Strangers gone, locals walk the beach alone.
Markers out to heed a coming squall;
on shore broken shells crushed by stones.
A heart lies beating in the sand
rejected by her one true love.
I leave it where he aband-
oned it in the eddies of a cove.
Autumn looks the same on shore;
yet the heat's cooled, the steam gone.
Perhaps the owner of the heart will pour
herself back on the beach, restored again to one.
The north winds praise and teardrops fall
I walk the beach again alone;
your memory still holds me in its thrall
I remember us and watch the sinking sun.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * 2011 * All Rights Reserved
Another poem inspired by Chinese Love Poems