Moon Shell


A perfect Moon shell.
Treasure randomly tossed
by a restless sea
on the shores
of the Outer Banks. 
Shell seekers on
a lonely stretch of beach,
footprints leaving temporary evidence
of their journey.
A broken Conch,  
Jingle shells, their burnished bronze
catching the light.
And then the Moon shell.
An elusive memory tugged,
flittered away
and then came home to rest.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s
Gift from the Sea.
The Moon shell.
Symbol of solitude.
Of quiet time alone.
Of introspection.
Her Moon shell sat
on her desk in Connecticut;
mine on my desk on Cape Cod.


About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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