In Marjoram park there are two beautiful benches
They sit at the top of a windy path looking out at the wharf,
and over the Atlantic at the Boston skyline
One of them has a dedication plaque on in
the very old fashioned names of a couple
"their love for each other and the sea"
it is my habit to leave a gift for them....
a heart shaped stone, a seashell from the beach below,
two acorns clinging to a twig
this day I picked a crab apple from the ground under the tree
that grows at the bottom of the park
I left it on their bench and wandered around a bit
making pictures here and there
when I came back to the bench to sit and enjoy the view I noticed
that a tiny curling oak leaf
had floated down and landed just so next to the apple
almost as if, I too, had been left a gift.
I remember I had a candle scented -apple and oak- once
I am going out later this afternoon to see if I can find another one.
I think it's by Yankee Candle although I like Village Candle company the best.
When I walked the beach this morning, I needed a sweatshirt over my sundress.
In just a few weeks the school bus will be stopping in front of the house
to pick up the teenagers heading off-island to the high-school in the next town.
Evening settles earlier
and the wild roses on the beach path are all hips now
bright red and orange
bittersweet is berrying
in the dune grasses
and poison ivy is turning that scarlet color as it winds its way along the roadsides
this is the time of year I wish would move the slowest
every day a week of days....
every evening lingering in the gloaming
until I can hardly stand it
and turn toward the quilts on my bed