Ocean City in October

The blue/gray sea off Ocean City
is an unending sentence.  Today
it is all verbs and adjectives.
Roiled and misty, anticipating storm,
it is too restless to name anything.

The little airplanes with their billowing banners
have gone in.  No need to tout Coppertone
when there is no sun and no tourists
to see them.  It’s October, even the seashells
have buried their heads in the sand.

On the boardwalk, the carousel is still;
the horses are draped in their winter blankets.
They will emerge in May with the music,
tails and manes fluffed with a new brush,
coats sleek.

In Ocean City, this is the Spirit Season.
Wind and soul and stretches of sand
become one.  Even the gulls sense the change.
Their rudeness is gone.  True to their tuxedos,
they are the picture of harmony.

This deserted beach is the perfect place
for peace treaties.  One must remember
to bring pencil and paper.  The tide is rising,
white capped waves are rolling in. Anything
written in sand will soon be gone.

4 thoughts on “Ocean City in October

  1. Hi Francina,

    I grew up on the family farm just a few miles from Ocean City, Md.
    and have lived in the Pittsburgh area for almost 40 years now, yet, it took the Internet to introduce us!!

    Thanks so much for spending time with my poem.

    Sarah

  2. I just flowed along with the gentle descriptive quality of this poem, which captures the atmosphere of things, both natural and man-made going to sleep for the season. Just love: ‘In Ocean City, this is the Spirit Season.’
    Beautiful writing as always, Sarah! XO

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