Steel grey seas with iron chill
it’s with whimsy that I peer
at the beach I know so well
in summer brings such cheer
Yet now the winter’s icy hand
has me firmly in its grip
As grey green waters frenzied churn
with northern winds are whipped
So I with best foot forward
march swiftly ‘cross these stones
No lingering in winter times
for the safe warmth of home
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
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