Long Point Beach

Empty trails

Through scrubby pines

You tell me it's worth the hike

I try not to judge

Dawn is for dreaming awake

Not exploring wasteland

With frosted lips

Staring at icy bare trees

Branches low and sleepy

But I keep walking

Until the trees shrink

To bramble and bush

Revealing tall beach grass

Miles of yellow ribbon

And rolling dunes

Set against

A watercolor sky

The hint of expansive blue

But before the reveal

I hear the waves

Crashing on the winter shore

And I feel a rush

I should trust you more

Lke the ocean

You are always there

Even when the people have left