Fog rolls in on chilly sea to rest on cliff
While tide laps sandy shell-strewn beach
Criss-crossed with childrens foosteps.
Quietness of rainy day lies soft across the shore
As every house and boat lights warming stove.
Wind moves among the firs with lazy pace
Where chickadees and small bushtits
Search busily through branch and bark.
The edges of brown meadow path
Host kinglets with their golden crowns,
A flock of tiny seekers findingwhat?
Encircling trees of Old Ones nod content
And waterfall through misty fern-fringed pond
Falls curling down to creeks wide surging mouth.
Guardian of gap has folded hands,
Companion rocks lulled under rippled waves.
The forest creatures browse and drowse
While winter loiters round the sheltered bay
And residents ashore wait quietly
As days begin to stretch and yawn,
Nostalgic now for spring.
It always comesjust wait.