By scqueen
Date: 20 November 2000
And Summer Not
Even in winter
when the sand is stone-cold
and the wind is biting back,
the sound of waves
is seductive
enough
that I recollect summer warmth
as we walk arm in arm,
hands shoved in pockets,
frosty-faced -
dreaming of Otis Redding
and iced beer,
but the bitter Pacific
beckons us
to settle for a hot cup of coffee
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner