We Own The Wind

Frosty

windy
beach day
in January 
at the cape. 
Wooden rockers
sailing on 
seafoam green
planks of
vintage homes. 
Black hot
tea swimming
in teacups
of love.
Queen Victoria 
called on
her jade
sculpted 
elephants
to guide us. 
Gas fireplace 
glows in the 
shadows of
tenderness
and
years of
devotion. 
Open hearts
float
on oak
and thick 
tapestry 
carved.
We own
the salty
wind of
seaweed.