Drawing leaves is hard,
But drawing hands is harder.
When the wind blows,
And the light wanes
Thousands of leaves wave
Goodbye to her like hands
Of loved ones on ships.
Ships made out of pieces of sky,
Setting sail for unknown shores
Where the trees grow thin and tall
From white sands and green dunes.
Exotic palms open in the sun,
Hailing her like a long lost relative.
She is a water baby exiled North.
Winters pass before her return and
Memory serves as her only beach.
This time she swears will be different.
She will bury herself like a tortoise
Blown there thru storms at night
Into the promise of another day.
She will return despite the want of her
life
Just as an acorn rises from the ground
Her beach fever lifts her to the tropics.
Catherine Coundjeris
A former
elementary school teacher, Catherine has also taught writing at Emerson College
and ESL writing at Urban College in Boston. She is published in Peeking Cat
Literary Magazine, Crossways Online Journal, Mused Bella Online Journal Metfore
Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, 34th Parallel Magazine, and Borrowed
Solace. Currently she is living with her family in Frederick and she is
working on a YA novel. Catherine volunteers as an ESL Coordinator with the
Literacy Council of Frederick County and she is very passionate about adult
literacy.
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