Of trees and the sea

Rising straight up
close up
side by side
marching endless

The low December sun
doesn't rise above
their empty
canopies

For trees I can't espy
the distant horizon
the slow meandering
river to the sea

I miss the sea
its open vistas
where unimpeded
the wind blows

It'll be a while yet
before the moorland
feels
my footfall

It'll be a while yet
before the surf
laps
at my feet

It'll be a while yet
before I return
where the lighthouse
lights up my night

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