Morning in Maine

Morning in Maine, the angry waves, the mist,

The patient stones, the pines a safe distance

Above the churning sea, and my love’s

Sweet pressure at my side, swirling steam of

The day’s first coffee, sharing it just as 

We share Monhegan in the distance, 

Sun coming up behind her in the haze, 

The ease and simple awe of northern days.

 

I could wait here with you a thousand years, 

Listening to stories the ocean tells,

Our blossom love enduring like the river 

That feeds the hungry bay, or like the swells

That rise, crest, and fall on the rocks below,

Unceasing as the summers come and go.FB_IMG_1565714958603

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