Winter 2019

In the shelter by the sea
although the gale is howling
the quiet of the night
will give way to morning

From the darkness of the night
to the first vestiges of morning
the open skies of the south
with the pale blue of the north

As boats come and go
as stars move in
their never-ending orbits
as the years progress

In the shelter by the sea
Nothing stays the same
the years are telling
as you bravely carry on

I still can't tell the future
but then, who can?
Winter is here for now
but spring is due soon