Shivering Huron
Shuffling for the furthest slip, breathing for beauty.
Oh! is this not beauty so?
The wind something tasteless as death, the night hovering neath the the surf.
Cover those eyes, lest I lose my breath!Rain carries something different here,
Biting the waves – hissing, crashing fury, heaping ice at my feet.
The skyline a whistle clattering through my bones.I turn, but none wave back.
Wouldn’t if they were there anyway.
I put my ear to the ice, hear the cradle rouse below,
Dreaming of Spring.
The ice and wind feels so alive…something beautiful in how harsh this feels.
You can feel the rain pelting and the cold. Evocative.