Winter Island
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