“Spring at Ocean Grove”
By Charles Pierre
When predawn shadows
pale to first light,
and onshore gusts begin
to flail the sand,
saltspray roses huddled
in the lee of dunes,
beads of night mist still
clinging to pink petals,
shake en masse
in the cold June air,
straining skyward
against the wind strikes,
to catch full-face
the sun’s least spark.
Editor’s Note: We are delighted to once again present a poem by Charles Pierre. The first time we did so was this past April with his poem “Brief Intervals of Harmony.” Here is the link to that posting:
http://blogfinger.net/2014/04/01/brief-intervals-of-harmony-a-poem-by-charles-pierre/
Once again Mr. Pierre offers us a spring poem inspired by the Ocean Grove beachfront. Here is the note he sent along with it: —–PG
“Hi Paul:
“Greetings again from Manhattan. Among the many casualties of Superstorm Sandy were the beautiful beach roses (also known as saltspray roses) that grew in the dunes along the Ocean Grove boardwalk, and on both sides of the flagpole at the east end of Main Avenue. In June of 2006, when Marcy and I were staying at the Bellevue Stratford Inn, I walked to the shore on a surprisingly cold morning and wrote “Spring at Ocean Grove.” The poem is from my 2008 book, Father of Water.
“Best wishes,
“Charles Pierre”
JACK NICHOLSON “La Vie En Rose——-Life in Rosy Hues.”
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