Winterscape

When Razorbills plunge in frothy seas, and hunched herons stare, out to eternity,
and muffled figures venture on beaches of stinging sands,with noses red, and frozen hands.
that's where I long to be.

When herring gulls surf white horse waves, and fishing nets on wooden staves,
with caught dead fish, pecked by carrion knaves,
that's where I long to be.

When tangles of seaweed roll up the beach, and Christmas puppies the owners teach,
to sit and stay, on the windswept shore, and Chocolate Labradors jump the incoming wave
to show the puppies that they are brave,
That's where I long to be.

Where sky and sea blend into one,and morning fogs the winter sun, and grey is the pallete of Nature's choice,
I stand on top of the highest dune and raise my arms
and I rejoice!
For that's where I long to be.


Lower Largo Beach, Boxing Day 2010.