Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Poem: "Winter Texans"

I don’t belong in this place so far from snow,
the palm trees and calm waters outside
an absolute lie about winter or spring, for that matter.
The gulls, loons, and an occasional pelican 

wheel overhead. A few flap down 
to the waters of this canal.
I shiver, caught up in some bone memory of cold.
The days of this respite pass too quickly;
I remain caught by half-remembered routine.
And when we return north, it will be
as if we had never lived by the Gulf
in the warm February sun,
as if we never saw the mermaid 

nor swam in the sea.

This week's poem is a rather melancholy entry for Valentine's Day. 

Don't you prefer e. e. cummings? 

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail


Read the rest of his poem at Poetry Foundation HERE.  

Happy Valentine's Day!

A few White Pelicans in courting plummage
taking in the sun
Corpus Christi, February 2016