On The Beach at Marrowstone

It was an evening walk

not unlike others

We had made

At that time of day

And that time of the season

In that same place.

There was something about the pre-sunset light

The way it slanted through the trees

It warmed our complexions

And the tones of our voices

We commented about it out loud

And observed it on one another’s faces.

The warm golden liquid light

Like the last sunset of summer

In the middle of March.

It’s good to stop walking

Sit and drink it in

Like hot tea on a gray afternoon

It reaches to our toes

Even as we burrow them into the cool sand

Watching the harbor seals     

Watching us

Ditto the bald eagles

Tilting their heads to spy on us

With one golden eye.

We tilt our own heads back

And smile up

Into the sky

And the golden eye

Did you think it too?

At THIS time of day

At THIS time of the season

At THIS time in our lives

In this happy golden light..

THIS IS IT

©2016 by Ilona Elliott

The Author (on the right)

• Posted in: Poems
• Tagged: Inspiration, Marrowstone Island, Memoirs, Nature Lover, Nature writing, Poety, The Environment