A Brief History

We heard whispers in Spring
And trembled in truth.
We sought visions in Summer
And yearned in our youth.

As the sun blessed our skin
Fall taught us patience.
As warm shelter beckoned
Winter seeped salvation.

Spring, yet again,
Spoke too soft to hear.
Its voice though was worried
But we cast off its fear.

Summer brought sorrow
Too swift to defend.
Fall's promise of patience
Proved untrue again.

A Golden Calypso

I can still see her standing there
Impatient as I slowly fill the bucket.
Sand,
Long since banished from its home beneath the waves,
Lingers beneath my fingernails.
Stuck for days in the mysterious cavities of my ear.
The pain of contact with my eye reminds me of her warning,
Which I, ever mischievous, fail to heed.
My swimsuit is soaked and clinging.
A towel,
now half sand,
Becomes an uncertain resting place.
Recumbent,
I stare bravely towards the fierce midday sun,
But all I see is her reluctance.