Some mornings,
waking to hear the wind in the trees
roaring like breakers,
I smell the sea,
until the sun warms the trees
infusing eucalyptus into the tepid-tea air,
reminding me
that we are one hundred miles inland.
Yet still salt calls to salt.
Written for the dVerse Monday quadrille prompt, “let’s get salty” – 44 words exactly, using the word salt.
anotherKate 
oooooooh this is really lovely. It’s a gem… perfectly formed.
Thanks Worms ❤
I can almost hear the echo and ring of the sea in this, Kate – beautiful!
Thanks Ingrid 🙂
Amazing stuff.
Thanks Hobbo 🙂
You are welcome.
I came Kate, I read, great work my friend — but I am not well. Be back soon.
Sorry to hear you’re not well Rob. I hope you’re feeling better soon.
nice
for me the hendrix blues
hear my train a coming
far in the distant
west
a test
a sound of yester years
thanks John 🙂
Beautiful! I loved the ending line “yet salt calls out to salt”, it makes for a rather punchy ending,don’t you think? 🙂
Thank you 🙂 I wasn’t sure about the ending – I knew what I meant, but wasn’t sure it would come across.
“salt calls to salt”
YES. Just exactly this. Perhaps this is why the sea calls to me, like a siren. Love it.
Me too. I’ve been living inland(ish) for 15 years and really miss being able to get to the beach easily.
I think if you have tasted the sea you will always feel it even a hundred miles away.
I think that’s true Bjorn. 🙂
Imaginary or real – smells are powerful triggers.