Day 6: Happy National Poetry Month!

Sorry to be a bit late with this one, but I wrote it literally an hour ago. Had to let it sit for a bit to make sure it’s not too bad to share. I don’t think it is. What do you think?


By Michelle Garren-Flye

Warm sun burning skin,

wind’s touch cools, swirls sandy beach—

but I am not there.

Wanna come with me?

We’ll watch the waves crash ashore,

feel peace for a while.

Wait, though, I’m not sure…

Waves, wind, and sand are precious.

Do I wanna share?

More Beach Evening Primrose. Aren’t they just so pretty? Photo and poem copyright 2023 Michelle Garren-Flye.