Spending time at the beach in September is one of my great joys. So this week, with the temperature and humidity down, I took a drive to Cape May, New Jersey for the day. As luck would have it, I came across a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay on the morning of my little sojourn that captured the excitement of what I was feeling.
Afternoon on a Hill
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
I borrowed the first line and wrote a poem in the style of “Afternoon on a Hill”:
Autumn Afternoon in Cape May
(In the style of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “Afternoon on a Hill”
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
My joy will be nonstop!
I will walk each cobbled pathway,
peek into every shop.
I will wander on the shoreline,
let my thoughts run free.
I will watch the waves go out, come in
bringing treasures from the sea.
And when the light begins to fade,
when I must depart,
I’ll tuck the memory of this day
deep within my heart.
Draft, 2022 Rose Cappelli
You can read more about Cape May from Carol at Beyond Literacy Link, who vacationed there in August. And don’t miss the Poetry Friday Roundup here where Kat shares what’s been going on in her busy life down under, plus lots more poetry fun.