The winter winds drive hard
The waves whip to the land
And pitch forth spewing art
It drapes the vines and all
In icy brilliance tinted brown
As if old photographs found
The harsh lines smoothed
In its heavy chilling cloak
Sheets extend from the shore
They are as lacework fine
Created by natural artisan
With extended care and patience
The snow covered rocks near
Add contrast pure white, clear
Geese fly to roost in calm
As gulls shriek out, no song
An island's bastion safe harbor
As they survey the shore
Darkness impeding, sun sleeping
Temperatures falling, lamps lit
This world readies for night
Stoic and unrelenting
Where forgiveness is unknown
The bitterness slips in
The ice takes to the land
And the waves muffled below
A steady moaning echoed
The voice of winter's crafts