A decade of days falls soft behind us, a mere blink of an eye and the building of a quiet life. The coast calls, and we fling babies to Grammy’s house and responsibilities to the wind, and follow that west-blown breeze to the edge of our earth. We call Cannon Beach home for four star-stung, spellbound nights. By day, we bask in the barefoot glory of silken sand and an unspooling cornflower sky the color of a wedding dress worn two handfuls of years ago.
We amble through tiny treasure shops spilling with old books and spiny shells. We stroll and sip slow, steep ourselves in rich Bella coffee and the amber glow of ware-laden windows. Haystack Rock beckons. Gently, we touch stars and laugh at crusty rock scramblers, then ramble our own way to Crescent Beach, where we trade sand dollars for salt-laced kisses. Later, with our last night’s breath, under a loopy Oregon moon, we weave plans and whisper our renewed vow: see you again soon.
Ocean swells, casts spells
across a full moonstone sky
carried off by gulls.
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Written for Toni’s Haibun Monday prompt over at dVerse. My hubby and I love to spend our anniversary at the Stephanie Inn, in Cannon Beach, Oregon, when time, kid logistics and money allow. So far we have spent our 10th, 12th and 16th anniversaries there.
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This is wonderful. The mix of words has me wanting to read it over and over again.
Such gorgeous language in this. Gently touching stars and renewing vows….this is movie love, this is real life love. Just beautiful.
This is why it is so, so, so good to take a few days/weeks off, here and there. You come back KILLING it.
This is rich, gripping, inspiring poetry, De. I love this piece.
And I love jellyfish. Truly, madly, deeply. I guess it’s how the transparency sort of draws you in … for the sting. 😛
flinging babies to grandmothers … laughed!
Such a lovely place to celebrate your love De~ Love the gorgeous imagery of second stanza…yes, under the loopy Oregon moon. Congrats to you both & cheers!!!!
I enjoyed this piece!
Cannon beach is my favorite beach of all time. I used to live within an hour’s drive of it and visited it regularly. Beautiful post and beautiful line:
west-blown breeze to the edge of our earth.
I love that line about walking around in old shops full of antique books and such. I don’t know why exactly, but that just really sticks with me.
Oh, this is so sweet lovely and well written. I love your haiku, too. 🙂
What a beautifully true encounter. I like how the environment lends itself to your love and, of course, how the haiku crowns it.
Sounds like a beautiful trip at any time, but especially a happy anniversary. I love the description and imagery–beautiful!
Good to have you back.Missed your “voice” and your toes! And the beauty of your words!
ncredible word smithing & sharing; love your reference to “the edge of our earth” too, put me in mind of every land mass meeting the sea at one edge or another. Up in WA state we envy your Oregon beaches, seastacks, lighthouses & covered bridges.
So romantic, De. I love, “salt-laced kisses”. I live about an hour away from Cannon Beach, and it is spectacular.
the imagery and the lovely words are a joy to devour. 🙂 ❤
Love the phrase “two handfuls of years ago” – it’s nonspecific, but still gives an ideaof the passage of time.
Oh wow, wow! That last line is <3. My hopeless romantic heart beats in delight! Wonderfully done, De. 😀
Nature kindles
Love aS Eden way..
Deserts without life
tenders loving
way darker..
sOil
less
fertile than soUL liGhTnoW..
Meadows as valleys
wherever life rises
greener
than
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yard
over ‘theRe’..
SoUl oF
green
sAnd wiTh Love..:)
You touch my heart, rousing soft memories of times like that, in a way that is sweet, not sad for me.
Welcome back, De. I missed your words. I love that haiku!
Beautiful haibun! “Moonstone sky.” Wow! ❤
LOVE the details in this, De…the “unspooling cornflower sky” and “star-stung” nights, “edge of our earth” and “salt-laced kisses”. Cool photo too!
Simply beautiful. Sigh!
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. Every word and line made me sigh.
WoW 🙂
Beautiful from the beginning to the end.
The coast calls, and we fling babies to Grammy’s house and responsibilities to the wind, and follow that west-blown breeze to the edge of our earth. We call Cannon Beach home for four star-stung, spellbound nights.
Just a few days at the beach without a worry. Isn’t that great?
Hank
So much to love about this one… the touching of stars… this… “we weave plans and whisper our renewed vow: see you again soon.”
Wifey and I went to Cannon Beach for a wedding… I certainly see why you make a habit of returning. Beautiful… simply beautiful.
Thank you, Barry. We went for a wedding, first, too – my brother’s. My sister in love went to college there at Ecola. We couldn’t resist spending our 10th anniversary there, after that! ❤
A gorgeous haibun, De! Some fav lines for me…”we bask in the barefoot glory of silken sand” and “we trade sand dollars for salt-laced kisses”. I also admire the idea of building a quiet life. Nice to have you back. Missed your work. 🙂