Our weather has turned gorgeous again after a couple of weeks of welcome rain. The last few days remind me of a September holiday we took some years ago. We spent part of it in the area of B.C. called the Sunshine Coast. On that trip we drove the whole highway from Langdale (near Gibsons) to Earl’s Cove and then caught a ferry to Powell River.
One day in PR we took the road north of town to a tiny settlement called Lund. At the marina there we boarded a water taxi for Savary Island.
What a magical place! There were no cars on the very basic roads. A walk through the woods took us to a small settlement where there was a store—which was closed for the season (fortunately we had brought along a small lunch). A walk along the beach took us past some cottages. But mostly it was waves sloshing onto the white sand under sunny peacefulness.
I started the poem below sitting on the beach of Savary Island waiting for the water taxi to take us back to the mainland.
Savary Island in September
Time dozes in the sun-brilliant afternoon
wind holds its kelpy breath
chorus of invisible crickets
trills a shrill chord to a motor’s drone
At the dock a boat
coughs to life
low-loaded it putt—putts
from the harbour
Voices echo in the still salt air
clear, glassy as the mirrored
double-boats anchored beside the two-headed
orange, yellow and white buoys
© 2015 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by the multi-talented Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge.
September 11, 2015 at 8:57 am
This is beautiful, Violet. I can almost hear the “chorus on invisible crickets.”
September 11, 2015 at 9:13 am
Thank you, Sheri! That was a golden day 😉
Michelle Heidenrich Barnes
September 11, 2015 at 10:54 am
What a picture you paint with your words, Violet. The photo (though lovely) is hardly necessary– I saw it all in my imagination.
September 11, 2015 at 11:01 am
Thanks, Michelle, that’s nice to know! Can’t ever get too much of the beach 😉
September 11, 2015 at 11:23 am
Violet, the description and sounds take me to this magical place. The power of reading for me has always been in the hands of the writers who transport me elsewhere. Thank you for the experience.
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September 11, 2015 at 11:45 am
Thank you, Carol. I’m happy to give you a little bit of joy on this day of 9/11 remembrance that is painful for you in many ways.
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September 11, 2015 at 3:57 pm
It’s quite a different shore than we have in Florida, no “kelpy breath”, but I’ve been to the Pacific coast too, and love the crispness of it. You’ve captured that time so beautifully, Violet, even while in a “dozing” state.
September 11, 2015 at 4:18 pm
Interesting, Linda. I’ve never been to a Florida beach. You have me wanting to experience on. (Is it more like Hawaii?)
September 12, 2015 at 6:27 am
You captured the feel of that island day in your poem! Love the boat sounds!
September 12, 2015 at 8:26 am
Thank you, Mary!
September 12, 2015 at 7:33 am
Violet, how much do I love that there is a place called The Sunshine Coast in B.C. ?? Hubby and I must see. 🙂 And your little boat coughing ot life… I love the life in that stanza especially. Thank you!
September 12, 2015 at 8:25 am
Aw, thanks, Irene. Yes, there is a part of our coast known officially as the Sunshine Coast. You must visit–it’s lovely.
Robyn Hood Black
September 12, 2015 at 10:30 am
Such a lovely respite of a post and poem, Violet – thanks for sharing!