Winter Island

Are we destined to places

Do they breathe us in

Draw us to remember

We are tied to the earth

I keep going back

To that island in winter

Brown brittle landscapes

Ghostly beaches wailing

Below cliffs and dunes

Gray winter palette

Gray weeping gray

Yet the ocean so blue

I am in love,

Not matter the frosted

Air, land and mind

I know this place is mine

In winter

When the beaches are empty

And I do not compete

For the love of an island

That hums and bustles

And welcomes the tourists

Each summer

While I wait

For winter