I Dream of Florida #Poetry

During this period of social isolation, I can only dream of walking on a sunny beach in Florida, where my brother and his family live. In the following poem, which appears in the current issue of The Weekly Avocet, that’s exactly what I’m doing, in my mind.

First of all, here’s a video containing the sounds of a beach at sunset. For a more immersive experience, I suggest listening to the video while reading the poem. Since the video lasts an hour, you can let it play while you do other things after reading this post. You can also click on the poem’s title to hear me read it. May these troubling days be filled with peace for you.




When the world caves in around me,
I retreat in my mind
to a beach in Jupiter.
On a mid-March afternoon,
I feel the sand between my toes,
delight in the cool spray of waves that wash my feet,
enjoy a picnic lunch
while a refreshing ocean breeze
caresses amid cries of seagulls,
watch the tide carry troubles away.
Then, my heart will bloom again
in the reality of my Wyoming world.


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On Beach Time

Thanks to poet Glenda Bealle’s post for inspiring this. I got the idea for the following poem’s title from a sign on my niece’s bedroom wall in Florida. As I write this, it’s cold, cloudy, and a little windy. Snow is forecasted, but I’ll believe that when I see it. Still, it’s a far cry from sunny Florida.

You may wonder why I don’t move to Florida since I write about it so much. The answer is simple. This time of year, the weather is ideal, but in the summer, with the humidity as high as it is, it’s miserable. That’s why I like to visit and dream about Florida on wintry days in Wyoming.

The following poem illustrates that. Glenda’s post contains a perfect video to go with it. This is a 60-minute beach-at-sunset scenario, but when I hear the waves, I’m reminded of the Jupiter, Florida beach at any time of day. Click this link to hear me read the poem.


On Beach Time


A winter day in Wyoming,

my mind takes me to Florida

where I feel the sun against my bare skin,

breathe the warm, salty Jupiter air,

walk on sand and water,

eat a sandwich under an umbrella

while listening to the ocean.

I’m already warm.


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