Cape Cod
September
I
sit on the porch
of
a Cape Cod house
as
the sun sets
on
a warm end of summer day.
The
crowds have gone,
the
beaches almost empty,
high
tides bring roaring surf,
the
trees preparing to change
their
verdant hues.
One
September sixty years ago
I
explored the region
with
friends and recognized
its
picture postcard
beauty.
New
England enthralled me,
little
did I know that
I
would eventually settle here
after
leaving over
and
over again until
the
love of my life
brought
me back .
The
Cape has that
same
magnetic appeal
this
time of year,
you
can leave
but
you will always return.
The Merry Month of May
The merry month of May
when spring blossoms
and warmth returns
tulips dot the landscape
daffodils, hyacinths
and azaleas flourish
bringing colour to
a grey cold world.
Morning Walk
Morning walk
post knee surgery
passed by
visually impaired
young lady
learning to use
white cane
despite our
handicaps, mine
temporary,
attempting to
derive pleasure
from our lives
A French Baguette
Warm sunny day
a small cafe
crusty baguette
softened brie
aged red wine
view of the Seine
shared by two lovers
an image that
lingers forever
and warms my heart
Toronto Visit
In Toronto for
first time since Covid,
joyous but also sad
time to be back,
missed my cousin’s
funeral but there
for the shiva:
My brother embraced me -
a few years ago
he wouldn’t talk to me;
Reacquainted with family
not seen for many years,
Contacted a few classmates
and spent a day on
the islands, not been
there for sixty years;
short visit filled with
sweet memories.
Henry Wolstat is a retired psychiatrist in his late 80’s
living in the greater Boston area with his wife. He is the author of a
poetry book, “Driftwood”. He has also been published in both printed
anthologies and online. He is passionate about running, the arts, and
poetry.
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