"MY LAST WINTER COAT" Written by Cecil Smead

MY LAST WINTER COAT

Dust clouds the glazed glass of the beachside shack.
The impaled wooden supports no longer stout.
Now their painted flecks dot the damp sand.
Random waves pull them oceanward to glitter the resident fish.
Where there once were paintings upon the slate wall now rests an ancient surfboard.
It's bronze-colored leash beats a slow tap in the April night wind.
Effete bees do a slow crawl across it's splintered ridge, troubled by nothing.
I sit on the porch and send lit matches into the dark California rain as the moon completes its dark trek.

--Cecil Smead

One of the poems from my latest book of published poetry. The book is called Always A Playground Instructor; Never A Killer.

Posted on 02-23-13