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A Winter's Tale


The morning's snow gave way to sleet.
The sleet then turned to rain.
Dark clouds hung low, soon to defeat
the hope that sun might gain
a perch upon the grey coastline,
that's blurred.

The spray dictates...
a misted view with whipped-up brine.
Gulls' raucous cries just grate
upon the ears of those who walk
along the coastal way.
The howling gale has killed all talk
with violent storms all day.

So, close your eyes
and brace yourself,
waves crash on new rockfall.
And think, once home,
you'll have a wealth
of tales to tell them all.

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