striding down the beach the caressing wind
feels like an arm around my waist
with another across my shoulders propelling me
with little effort; then on the return it fiercely
pushes against me making every muscle work
pulling my skin taut, it irons out each wrinkle
just like the vagaries of life, easy when things
are smooth but resistant when strife looms
helping me appreciate the blessings even more
strengthening my character as I grow forward
my photo
aroused 
This is so true. Adversities make us stronger as we have to work harder.
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That beach looks truly beautiful! And wonderful words to accompany it 😊
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This is lovely, Kate ~~~ and true.
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Difficulties make us more stronger and we can move forward with patience and determination. Lovely poem and the picture is so beautiful, Kate.
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😀 better to grow forwards than backwards!
-David
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standing still is growing backwards, but nobody could ever accuse you of that David 🙂
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the wind blowing on the beach educates you in its own way, Kate!
Love ❤
Michel
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it does indeed Michel, there is a lesson in everything if only we listen 🙂
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To be able to listen to : a high quality.
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Excellent!!! I love to walk on the beach…This is lovely and so very true! 🙂
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BeyouTfull
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Kate, I am here cold, so your poems helps m imagine warmth with a cool breeze. Thank you!
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Stunning photo of a gorgeous beach, Kate! That sounds like a significant breeze. Love the poetically expressed experience. ❤
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You paint such a clear picture – I could feel the wind as I walked with it and against it! I’m looking forward to my beach vacation in January/February!!
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So beautiful and so true!
“…grow forward…” I love this!
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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You’ve captured it perfectly. I used to think of the wind as friend and foe when I was running. Strangely enough I preferred the head wind. 😁
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Loved the way you made me feel the wind around my waist and shoulders. And the smoothening of wrinkles. That essence of inspiration in your words is fabulous.
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The wind as a partner and adversary, such a lovely metaphor for life! Love this, sis. 🙂
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thanks sis … you have been very well received by the d’Verse group as I knew you would be 🙂
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You are welcome. You are right about many things, sis. They all are very kind. 🙂
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yes but you did it … eventually 🙂
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On a beach like this, these thoughts will certainly pop in my mind. Very lovely
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Such a beautiful prose!~. 👏👏🌷
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That’s a beautiful place to have a walk on 🙂
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you paint a vivid picture of your walk Kate and i could do some morning jog in there too..
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Beautiful. And I’m enjoying your book as I read a bit most nights. 😉
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so glad you can manage that, enjoy!
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The picture is captivating and your prose, just as soothing.
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I love my daily beach walks, thanks Moushmi 🙂
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Kate, your ocean shoreline stirs me to walk such a beach. I will embrace the nurturing presence of the wind at my back as well as accepting its challenge when biting my face. Blessings.
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if there are none nearby you can at least do it mentally Richard!
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The effect and the metaphor of the wind comes alive while reading your words Kate, very beautiful.
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much appreciated Pragalbha, nice to have you back 🙂
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